Four

When you were popped out of my body, little did I know that you were about to blast my world with a brust of colors that I didn't realize ever existed and a set of emotions that I didn't even know I had.  And you see by far, I'm obviously not the epitome of an understanding, caring, and patient mother, and I don't think I can be though, because I'm a very short tempered, inconsistent, unreasonably strict-sometime and nonchalant-most of the time kind of person. I'm sorry for that as much as I'm thankful that you are here after all, bringing the best of feelings I have ever known, the one that's warm, strong, and passionate. I love you, my four years old baby!


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