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To you, my pretty baby,
who was born in this month of
February, almost six
years
ago,
I wanted you healthy,
fate has spoilt me because you were born
healthy,
your mother and I had you
baptized,
now you have a
name ,your identity
you will grow with that
name,
live with us at
home,
until the day you are ready to
fly on your own,
then one day
you will Turn a parent,
we
will have grandchildren when that day
comes,
we will grow old,
and
then one day we will pass away,
because
we don`t want to go through it.
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