Hello Mum,
Scrawling this lest you forget that you are the most pulchritudinous woman in the world. I still clearly remember gawking at your glabella when you would hold me in your arms. For yonks, the most important devoir of yours comprised of crooning lullabies to me so that I could go in a deep slumber. I have always been a light sleeper and would wake up to vex you in the witching hours. Your gladdening would make me go in my dream Lalaland. In the mornings, my eyes would be full of phosphenes with your love and care. Your diegesis never failed to mention that my vagitus made you cry in happiness. I tried (a lot) not to make you cry but the globules of happiness are a whole different lot.
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