Hey sweetie,
I could look at you all day, you know?
I love how you wear my tee, swathed to the toes. You like to pretend you are mommy, and you trail me round the house with your wooden food set, because “It’s time for breakfast, baby. You need to eat your eggs and drink your coffee, you know? You want to tabao or eat here?”
When you hold my hand to bring me to your playroom this morning, I realise again how small your fingers are, wrapped around mine. How long will you be small? Will you ever mind being mine?
You still leave a moustache of white after you drink your milk (your favourite cups are always mine, you funny girl), you still need me or daddy to read you three stories and sleep next to you, you still leave Lego bricks around for me to step on. And you still think I rock your world. “You are my best friend, Mommy!”
You are mine too, you know?
Love,
Your BFF
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