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When I am alone at night, and I gaze into the darkness—at the stillness of the trees, the whistling of the winds, and the fragrance of the breeze.

I realize that

All I want to say is that I love you, Mila. Even when I get angry with you, shout at you, or even scold you, my heart aches as I do it. Yet, I must do this to make you strong—capable of enduring life, unbreakable, and undefeated. All I desire is for you to become the best version of me—even stronger than I am. You possess the heart of a child that still lives within you. I fear for you—fear what the days ahead may hold in store—yet I know, deep down, that you are capable of overcoming every challenge.