We found a name for you, we hope you will treasure it until you get old...You, getting old, is too far for my imagination yet. From this point, you are our angel, my little tummy dweller number two, my eggbelly love, kuya Zaiid's little sister, the littlest of The Puddings.
Don't worry about the future, you will like it here. Maybe way much better than my tummy-home. You will see how magnificent God works in nature, the family you have, the home your papa and I provide, and the person you will become.
When we meet finally, all my silly guilts and worry trips shall pass. And I can only think of one thing: to love you with all of me...
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