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may thirty first two thousand and ten

on this day… we were born.

you as my children.

me as a mother and him as your daddy.

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three zero years old

“a big kiss from who 30 years ago saw you come to this world at the Alfredo da Costa Maternity, cute, tiny, red and with so much hair…” daddy

it’s so nice to feel little even when you turn 30. daddy knows best.

i remember the day i turned 10 and he said to me that i was such a big girl because i had completed two whole hands of fingers in years… i panicked too, i had to start counting my toes until i was twenty… and then what? now it doesn’t matter… i have him to make me feel like his baby and start all over again.