I am a child. I am fragile. I am delicate. I am cold. I am hungry. I am afraid and I am innocent. My world is simple. It does not know me and I do not know you. But something about you makes me feel safe. Will you help me grow?
Will you make me strong? will you shelter me? will you keep me warm? will you feed me? will you protect me and guide me into this world?
The moon has grown old many times and now I stand on my own. I explore all that I can. Where the trees grow tall by the riverbank with you always close by.
Do you remember the time I slipped and fell, the rocks cut open my skin. I saw a look in your eyes then I had never seen before. A kind of fear. That was the day that everything changed.
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