Dear Giorno,
Today you are two months old
The house is quiet, only your soft breathing filling the room
You do not know words yet
But your eyes already speak
Wide, searching, as if memorizing the faces that love you
I wonder what you will remember of this time
Maybe nothing
Maybe only warmth
That is enough
I write this so one day you will know
On this day you were safe
You were loved
You were the center of our small universe
Twenty years from now, if you ever doubt yourself
Read this
You have been cherished from the beginning
And nothing will ever take that away
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