Without reason
Talking while walking
Learning more about you
The simple things to begin with
Blooming into something more
Dear Zakhar pt. 2
I will always remember the face of the most beautiful boy born out of the most beautiful woman on the day of your birth. Your mother was mad that I left her to go home and rest because it was five in the morning, and at seven you started to show signs of coming out. Your mother was in so much distress and all I could do was stop and stare, hold her hand, and fight the good fight. And when you came out, you did not cry, you did not even bother entertaining us fools to worry. You were calm and collected. Now you are so proactive and full of life. I could not be more prouder of being your father. Your mother's relationship with me is so sublime and full of life. You at the very deserve part of our own story as much as you deserve yours, which I am going to share with you now. I felt the same exact feeling with her the same exact feeling I had with you when you were born when we met in Alanya. You could say that I could pinpoint the exact moment of when I fell in love with her, when we...
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