You sweet little darling. Caylee, some more information has started to come about what happened to you. Sweet, sweet little girl, you were NEVER trouble of any kind. NEVER. Not one single bit. Not for one single second. You were a precious gift, a treasure. You were a good and sweet and smart and funny and charming and enchanting little girl. You never, ever did anything wrong or bad. NEVER. I promise you, Caylee. I know this, and I swear it to you. I hope wherever you are, that you know this. Sweet, sweet little angel, how my heart bleeds for you.