Transcription of last night's bedtime conversation:
-I love you so much, mi princesita.
-I love you too, Mommy.
-I'm not the best mommy in the world. I'm sorry.
-But you're my mommy, and that's most important.
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That my dear, is pure, golden treasure.. Granted by the hand of God Himself..
ResponderEliminarSo precious, and rare, that you will carry it with you all the days of your long life in your heart and memory..
what a blessing...
That is, Windrider, what It is all about, I suppose, ¿no?
ResponderEliminarYes it is..
ResponderEliminarPlace that memory in the warmest, safest, place inside you.. Really..
So that on the darkest day where no other lights shine, it can be a beacon for you.
God, I'm getting melodramatic. I should stop.
I love those conversations.
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