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Letter to my unborn child
I saw you even before you became a thought in my memory. I could see your pretty face and I could hold your hand and I could feel your little fingers as they tightened over mine as you held me steadfastly.
I was overjoyed the same way I was on that very day I told your mother about my thoughts for you and she consented immediately.
The funniest part was arguing what your sex was going to be. I don’t know why your mother wanted you to be a boy but I know why I want you to be a girl.
I knew I was going to win at the end of the day. Maybe she was forgetting that I am the man which means I call the shots—all the shots! I know you know what I mean!
The night before your mother went into labor, she still had this funny dream that you were going to be a boy but she didn't know our little secret.
I didn't want to spoil the fun for her which was why I didn't bother to tell her that you were with me through out the previous night and we were holding hands and you were already telling me the things you wanted in life and I was telling you to be patient because this life is a very long race.
But I was so overjoyed.
I knew that you were prepared. That has always been my wish even before I met your mother. I have always wanted to be with someone who knew what they wanted in life. God answered my prayers and allowed our paths—your mother and me—to cross.
I believe you know the rest.
I told you to wait a little and pray for your own safe arrival while I prayed for your mother’s safe delivery.
For someone your age, I didn't know you could laugh and make jokes. When you told me to make sure I didn't faint while you make your grand entry into this world because you said you don’t want a sissy for a dad, I knew that I've got it coming.
Now I am at the hospital waiting for your mum to go into labor. You are seating by my side and telling me that everything is gonna be alright.
I couldn’t argue with you. I already know you are going to be something else.
That was exactly my wish for you. I want you to be a precocious child. I want you to become someone whom the whole world is going to celebrate. I am determined to see that it surely comes to pass.
That is why I am writing you this letter to give you an idea how much I am going to put in the hard work to see that you become the person we both want you to be.
I am ready. I am glad you are ready.
Looks, like you mom is also ready.
And even the nurses too…
They are summoning me to come and join her in the ward. They say your mum wants to hold my hands.
Well, I guess I have to do it for you.
I promise you I won’t faint but I hope you won’t hold it against me if I break my promise—my very first promise to you.
So I have to leave you now to go and be with her. See you on the other side, okay?
Okay, here it comes. I am going to start counting now.
Watch out world, here she comes…
The best dad