June 25, 1988 - 1:14 a.m.] Even covered in my blood, she was adorable; smart too. She was terrified. My oldest daughter had barely been on this earth five years, and she had seen far more than any child should have to. In the middle of the night, after she dressed me, she had dressed herself. My body was beaten, battered, and bloodied, but my little girl found me. She found the strength to get clothes on me when all the strength I had was focused on keeping me alive. I still remember those white patent leather Easter shoes she'd put on her feet. She loved those shoes. She loved to play dress...