My wish is that you never forget that your existence is one in billions, that your name thousands have it, but no one pronounces your vowels as you do.

My biggest gift to you is that you never forget that brown eyes are like dandelions, yet all the routes, paths, avenues, and adventures that guide you are the colour of the earth and tell me what colour is that?

My hope is for you to be naughty, like the kid on her first Christmas that stays after midnight waiting to discover the magic because your heart is going ba da bump for wanting to see that amazing act and I want you to have a night with an accomplice that makes your heart go bu rump for being your new first Christmas. 

My faith is that when we separate, forget ourselves and get lost, you’ll be a giraffe and keep your head up, that you’ll be of shoulders without the weight of the world and can kiss your own tears away, that you learn to say no and choose yourself every time that hurts saying goodbye to them. 

I have this promise, this knowledge, that in all the universes, times, and memories you are unique and irreplaceable, and you must never forget that this is worth more than all the gold, diamonds, and stars in all the worlds.

TA.