Sus 18 años
Our afternoons of smoothies and laughter on the couch.
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You'd share your cupcake with me, even the last bite.
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We danced in the living room, no music, no reason.
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You'd pull my hair from up on my shoulders, and I loved it.
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We'd draw until the whole table was covered in colors.
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You always shared your drink with me, down to the last sip.
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Our afternoon crafts, masterpieces to me.
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The tickle fights you always won.
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You'd hang from my neck, and that was my favorite place.
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Up on my shoulders, the world looked bigger to you.
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Our slow breakfasts, before you grew up so fast.
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Today you are six years old and you just fell asleep on top of me watching cartoons. You are heavy, my arm hurts, and I would not trade it for anything. I am writing this for the day you turn eighteen, because by the time you read it you will no longer fit in my arms, and I want you to know how you were today, and how much I loved you before you could even remember.
Today we danced in our socks in the living room. You gave me some of your cupcake even though you did not want to. You asked me for "one more" about fifteen times and I said yes all fifteen.
I only want to ask you three things. Be brave even when your voice shakes. Always go back to the people who treat you well. And never, ever think you are a bother when you come to me, not at eighteen, not at forty.
I am so proud of you it makes my chest ache, and I do not even know yet who you became. It does not matter. You are mine and that is already enough.
Happy birthday, my girl. Go and take on the world. I am cheering for you from wherever I am.
I love you, Dad.
This memory traveled 4382 days to reach you.
