I couldn’t conceal my tears; my breath was creaking.

An angel was born, and holding you in arms for the first time felt like a flutter.

I was no longer dreaming for myself but for you.

You were a precious gift that was treasured by the memories you brought.

I thought I was a man, but I became a man at your birth.

I left my life to live yours not with regrets but with excitement.

Some said you arrived momentarily, but my ears could only hear your crying.

I held you in my arms for several hours until I was distributed by the throng.

I never wanted you to grow old.

I had a legal obligation from myself to keep you as a baby.

People thought I was crazy. 

The love I had for you was so distinctive.

Even now, I love you more.

I became sceptical about the love I had for you, but my arrogance pushed me not to stop.

When you were born.

I lost everything that meant nothing to me.

You became my world.

I gave up my dreams, but I conquered more through the strength you gave.

I loved you.

I love you.

I will always love you.

You were my baby when you were born.

You are my baby now; to me you will never grow old.

When you were born, everything changed.