Who You Are

You are the product of your father’s love for your mother, an outburst of the purest form of lovethe strength that you so proudly carry on your arms is the nourishment of your mother’s bosom, that braved the cold as you awoke to cry at forty seven minutes past three, that January. This juice of unconditional love aspired for you, it dreamt for you, it aimed for you. While you fed yourself and only chose to fill your immediate hunger, that love painted in its mind a picture of your success in bright indelible colours.

Your father! Your father was the height of this love, this unconditional love that was patient when your legs started to lengthen. It was optimistic, it was eager and anxious. It waited for you to be as tall as your father; and when you did, it laughed. When you went beyond, it celebrated with savings at the bank, with security in its eyes, and pride in its heart.

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