Pequeñina*

Seven years, five months and one day ago.

We used to count each month when you were brand (monthly) new. I remember perfectly the day of your arrival. I was waiting for my mom to pick me up at school. It was somewhat late, and I was unaware that you were on your way. So to kill some time, I called who I used to talk often back then, but since I wanted to leave already, I hung up and called my mom again. This time she answered, and I heard you. That was the very first time I felt excited about the beauty of life. It was plain beautiful to hear you cry right when you arrived. I was touched by life in a way that I hadn't and haven't before.

To see you all grown up but still a kid makes me feel and appreciate the beauty I get to live with you while I can.

You're a gift. Our gift.