Dear Morgan,
When you laugh it is as if the hundred thousand angels in heaven are laughing with you
When you cry, clouds are your friends, their tears spilling over in torrential rain, crying with you
When you wrap your arms around my waist, hug me tight and we hold hands swinging round and round, I know what dancing with the stars must feel like
When you gaze at me, cup my face with your hands, and murmur words you and I can only understand, I know for a moment what heaven looks like
There are still many times I ask "Why?" And what if? And what is the meaning of all this. Then I remember a gift is a gift. And you, my dear boy, you and your kuya are the most precious of all.
I love you, I love you, I love you, remember that.
Love,
Mama Bea
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