There I was, lying on the cold, hard wooden floor of my daughter's bedroom in the loving arms of my weeping husband. After many minutes of moarning a finally get the strength to escape my husband's grasp and stand up. Looking around my daughter's primitive room looking for clue as to why, why my beautiful daughter who looks just like me when I was at that age. Hung herself from her ceiling fan. She looks so peaceful. Her face is a pale blue, and her lips are almost as white as snow. I remember when she had that gorgeous, flawless flesh that was the perfect color. She looked so lively. All of that is gone now. She's gone.