Dear V,
The other day, I saw a bunch of young kids playing in the play area. Screaming, yelling, some falling down and getting up, some getting angry, some hoping that they get included in the next game and so on. For a couple of minutes, I had my very own time machine going on where I could see you there, amongst them. Scary it felt for a few seconds. Why can't you be a baby all the while? But then, I will surely let you soar and fly, let you play and get hurt. Let you be on your own. Probably, I will hide somewhere and watch it for a bit.
Love,
Amma
The other day, I saw a bunch of young kids playing in the play area. Screaming, yelling, some falling down and getting up, some getting angry, some hoping that they get included in the next game and so on. For a couple of minutes, I had my very own time machine going on where I could see you there, amongst them. Scary it felt for a few seconds. Why can't you be a baby all the while? But then, I will surely let you soar and fly, let you play and get hurt. Let you be on your own. Probably, I will hide somewhere and watch it for a bit.
Love,
Amma
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