I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you even when you didn’t know what I looked like.
I’m so sad that I did that to you, I can’t even remember.

And also for the pain you had to feel before you saw what I looked like… you must have hated me.
But surprisingly, the opposite prevailed and prevails
Because you fed me again with blood from your own source.

How long you waited to see my first crawl?
And the joy that you felt when it came.
And then for my first walk, you still were there.
Your face… too small to contain your joy.

I miss you so much that I want to stop
To stop the tear it comes with by making it go back into my eyes.
But you know that feeling when you direct a tear on your cheek back into the eye: sour.
That’s exactly how I feel.

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