Monday, 28 December 2020

Cold night

Jacob, my son. 
You still hate eating fruits, as far as I know there is not one type of fruit that you will eat, I don't know why. You run very fast now, very much like a preschool kid would run; I often feel nervous when you run because I feel like you may fall over. You know the names of many animals like cows and horses and sheep. 

I often wonder what you will be like when you are older. I wonder if you will be happy or sad. I always listen son, always. I dream of a day when we can sit together at the table and eat a nice traditional English roast dinner, play cards and chess or something like that afterwards and you would tell me things you have learned recently in the news or from a book. 

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