Dear Leonard James Allen Hannah, (Woe boy,
that’s a mouthful!)
Welcome
to the world little man, and oh what a world it is. My hope for you is that you
will always have a smile on your face, food and water in your belly, clothes to
wear on your body, a roof over your head, and someone who loves you at your
side. However, I’ve been around long enough to know that life doesn’t always go
the way we would like it to. One thing I want you to know that I think you can
understand - even though you are a baby and cannot yet read, write, or talk –
is the concept of family. You can’t even say dada yet, but I bet you feel safe
with your mum, dad, grandparents, etc. I bet you can recognise the faces and
voices of your family. It is my greatest hope that you would count me as one of
the people you can feel safe with. Here is the thing little man. I am far away
right now and I don’t know when or if I’ll ever be chilling in the same end of
the universe as you, but I will always come if you need me. I will always love
you. Even if you cry every time I come near and never decide to love me back
and even if you grow out of your good looks into an ugly alien, I will always love you.
Like I said before, “welcome to the world little man, and oh what a world it
is.” It isn’t always pretty, it doesn’t always make sense. It is my hope that
you will find not just joy but also truth. Unfortunately I don’t feel capable
of giving you wisdom. I don’t know for sure what the truth is. I can only tell
you what I believe. I don’t know how to be joyful. I can only give you love
little man, that is all I have. That is why, of all the things I could tell you
about, I chose family. I am your family little man. I’m here for you.
With love from far away,
Auntie Riss
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