Dear Gio,
Today you sat in your baby chair for the very first time
A tiny throne for a new chapter of growing up
Your mother cooked for you with so much care
Rice
Salmon
Broccoli
Mozzarella cheese
So simple yet so full of love it felt like a feast fit for a king
You did not know what it meant
But you opened your mouth to new flavors
New textures
A new way of living
Someday you will eat countless meals
Some rushed
Some alone
Some in celebration
But I hope you will always remember
That the first one began here
In your mother’s hands
In our quiet joy
In the warmth of home
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