Dear Antariksa, I love you on sunny days and rainy days. I love your messy hair and how you smell in the morning. I love how easy it always is to distract you and how difficult it is to make you laugh. I love your smile that comes slowly and the sight of your gapped teeth. I love your impatience and your swinging appetite. I love your inability to sleep 12 hours straight or crawl when you are 7 months old like those babies on those shiny parenting books. I just love you. To me you are perfect. I hope that if you read this one day, you’ll give me a call. Because I might be sitting on the front porch remembering these days, when we both sat comfortably in silent, watching the rainfall. Love, Ibu
Seiko udoku. Farm when it’s sunny, read when it rains.