Dear Little One,
Just the other day you joined us in this land of mortals. Frail, fragile and delicate your tiny hands were. No glossy lips, no gaiety hips yet you were the most renowned beauty-pure in mind and precious in thought. Nothing has changed, your smile for ages will be as refined as it were seconds after your first breath, you are a glorious and inspiring sight. Honored and uplifted will be those around you.
In that eternal assurance of your beauty, we are glad that one day you’ll leave our doorstep and you will live in a world most depraved. I hope and pray that you will not sing to “their” song and dance to “their” rhythm. There will be many who will argue about the length of the slit, the depth of the neck line, tightness and fissures. Little one, I would care less how you would…
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