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Little dude,

You just don't know how you've made me so happy when your existence was finally known to us, you just don't have any idea how I was almost ready to flip the world just so God would finally give you to us. You were my only wish, you were the always ending of my prayers, you were always the content of my every hope, I've waited so long for your arrival so when I already have your little precious form in my arms, as all the efforts of waiting, as all the breaths wasted for all the prayers I sent the Almighty paid off, I knew right in my arms is a one treasured gem I will also treasure for the rest of time.

You just don't know how your Mama treasured you so much because we were both afraid to lose again a precious blood of us. You're that something we had both been praying God for. For her every morning sickness, I stayed by her side just so she wouldn't feel alone, carrying the treasure that you are. For her every stomach cramp, I wished it was me who was going through such pain because it was so much painful watching her go through the pain alone when you're also my blood. For her every craving, I once had to run out of the mansion, in my lazy pajamas with my lazy indoor slippers to raid the night market for a certain food that wasn't even easy to find.

Where the hell could I find a heart-shaped Durian in the middle of the night? Sorry for the swear, dude, the memory just wasn't one worth remembering, most importantly when I had to be the one eating that God-forsaken fruit. Tsk, I don't even know why I'm telling you this.

What I'm trying to say is your existence is a God's gift to us. We will never exchange you with anything because you're both our wishes. We both have waited for you. Also, you're still too tiny and too young for this letter, you're just a day old, you can't even open your beautiful pair of crescent eyes yet, you can't even hear us yet so I'll just preserve this letter for until you grow a little bit more, for until you're already old enough to read this letter.

Hopefully, when you grow up into a very fine man, you'll find someone like your Mama. I tell you, though there's no one like her, at least find a girl with a heart as good as your Mama's heart. Always remember that looks don't matter, age doesn't matter, for as long as you find your heart undeniably pounding with hers, it's no doubt that it's her. Also, you can't play with girls' hearts, you can't hurt them because they're precious human beings like your Mama and your sister, girls are meant to be loved and treasured. Every time you feel like playing with them, always remember what your Mama will feel if she'll find out you're out there, breaking girls' hearts, always remember that your older sister Luna would never like it, always remember that I'll be disappointed of you if you did so. Please, please, your Papa didn't grow up nice and gentleman, but please, be the man your Papa has never been, make me proud, make us proud.

Yes, little dude, I will always be behind you, I will always have your back, you may fall, you may commit mistakes, you may sometimes show a bit of me in you, I will still stand by you, even pave the way for you. You Mama will surely raise you with her own way, I may sometimes contradict because well, you're a dude, and you're my little Adam, but that doesn't mean, you don't need to listen to your Mama. You can ignore my advices and my scoldings, but not your Mama's, okay? She will always be the boss, she will always be right, she will always be the way. She's our queen, and we are just her peasants, remember that.

Anyway, it's your Mama who gave your beautiful name, well, I'm just too lazy to think of a name that'll suit you, I mean, can I just call you angel since you're a God-given gift? Taehyun, though it kind of sounds like the name of that moron friend of mine, I'm making sure he won't go near you so he won't corrupt your little innocent mind, I think the name 'Taehyun' suits you. You'll live by that name, with my surname with you. Now that I think of it, your Mama has always admired Taehyung so it's not impossible for her to take your name after that moron. I don't mind, she's the boss anyway.

So that's it. I think I've already said enough. I don't even know if this will even reach your mature age. I hope so though. I'm not really the talkative one, dude.

P.S. How does your Mama's milk taste? Would you let me have a taste after you?

Your cool Papa ♥