My little baby girl.. How many times have I told you not to lie down on the floor or you’ll get a tummy ache? I can’t bare seeing you in pain; I prefer to die a million times over than allow anything in the world to break your smile that is my sunshine. Here, you want a hug so you can go to sleep? Here, you want me to whisper a lullaby in your ears? I’ll tell you a fairy tale which I’ve invented just for you, and then I will tease mommy that you love me more than you love her. Where does it hurt my baby? Can I take the wawa and make it mine? Where are you going? To a place far away? What, are you leaving me behind? I am coming with you baby, I am dead anyway.