Man on an island, day 364

Got everything packed and ready to go, I am seriously not in a happy mood this morning, I just haven't got time to deal with this childish nonsense. I should be tending my fields and fetching items from the wreckage. I lock the door and I take her by the hand, we make it to the gate when she breaks free. What now? Come on Kid! She stares at me with big blue eyes and a tear forms... I just can't do this. Then I think back to Haley and how we discussed having children when I got back from my tour in Iraq. I remember the look on the faces of the children in that hospital in Falujah, the day I got shot. We stare at each other for what seems like ages, a battle of wills: United states Army Ranger vs a small child. Oh I am going to hate myself for this...So what do we call you? I can't very well be calling you "Kid" while you stay here....