When I was a little girl, we would go to some pond areas and collect tadpoles. That is what you look like this week. A tadpole! You will never turn into a frog though.
Your arms are like little buds, and your heart is beating although we cannot hear it.
Tomorrow night you older sister is coming for the night. It is something she loves to do. We haven't had your younger sister yet, but her turn is coming too. Someday, it will be your turn as well. We love you. We are waiting for you.
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