Stop telling me that God needed her more. Stop telling me that another child will fill the void. Stop telling me I'll get over it when I have another. Stop telling me it wasn't my time. Stop telling me that I should go back to work immediately. Stop asking why I'm not calling you. Stop asking what's wrong. Stop asking me if I got what I wanted for Christmas. Stop asking why I'm not sleeping at night. Stop changing the subject when I mention my daughter. Stop refusing to look at her precious face. Stop telling me that talking about and looking at her makes you sad. Stop. Please stop.