My husband lost a daughter from his previous marriage, she was still born and we visit her grave every year. I almost feel like she is my own. I had two miscarriages and I think of them as my own lost children.
I look into my only son's sweet face, and try to convey to him how much he is wanted and loved. How hard we worked for and tried for him.
And then I see careless mothers like KC who don't realize the gift the have. I can't even come up with a word high enough to express the "gift" that children are.
I think that may be one reason I am so compelled by this case. I am incredulous at the lack of warmth and gratitude for the gift of Caylee.