Your little hand..

The moment I held your hand.. No actually you held my hand.. When you gripped my finger into your tiny little hands, I discovered the purpose of life. I met the person living deep inside me who desired to be loved but hid the wish. Everytime I sang a lullaby, I understood that we can be loved without hearing back those three little words. Seeing you asleep in my arms made me cry and laugh. I slowly realized how important it is to look beyond the superficial thoughts. I mightn’t be your first home, but you have taught me it’s all right not to be able to carry a child in womb for nine months. You made me strong by happily taking showers from me. You made me confident by letting me change your diapers. You made me a different person by sleeping in my arms at two in the morning.#athousandyearsoflearning

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