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you are 163 days old on the date of this note. your father and i are planning to give this to you when you are seven，so you can read on your own with fewer problems. but you see，i’ve already bought this book and started imagining the day，just like how we look forwards to(while also nervous about)every stage of your life. if you’re reading this on your seventh birthday，or maybe a few years later(depending on how quick you learn)，you should know that your mom is writing this，bearing in mind what i would like the seven-year-old myself to hear and hold for the years to come. and i trust you to be a cleverer boy than i ever was.
childhood has been distant for me，my baby boy. it is something that you are lucky to be in right now. what’s more wonderful is that you still have a long way to go. i know you will soon start feeling the urge to grow up，as i did when i was at your age. but if there is one thing that i would tell the little girl i once was，it would be to cherish everything you have as a child，alongside all your imaginations. your mom，no matter how boring i look nowadays，used to lay on the grass，stare at the clouds，and think about the conversations held between those white dogs and horses all the time. if you want to share news about your toys，or maybe the friends that no one else can see，i want you to know that i’m always here to listen.
the stories that you have read so far，they don’t just come in the shapes of colourful images. of course，there are dancing dolls，singing flowers and chatty ducks，fairies in the woods and scary evils that will probably give you some nightmares(do come to us when you can’t sleep，ok? but only when you really can’t). as you would have known by now，there are also horrible things that happen in stories. there are bad guys and even people dying sometimes，just like how life will unravel in front of you.
how do i describe life，my beloved boy? i do not for one second assume that a boy senses the strangeness of the world le
childhood has been distant for me，my baby boy. it is something that you are lucky to be in right now. what’s more wonderful is that you still have a long way to go. i know you will soon start feeling the urge to grow up，as i did when i was at your age. but if there is one thing that i would tell the little girl i once was，it would be to cherish everything you have as a child，alongside all your imaginations. your mom，no matter how boring i look nowadays，used to lay on the grass，stare at the clouds，and think about the conversations held between those white dogs and horses all the time. if you want to share news about your toys，or maybe the friends that no one else can see，i want you to know that i’m always here to listen.
the stories that you have read so far，they don’t just come in the shapes of colourful images. of course，there are dancing dolls，singing flowers and chatty ducks，fairies in the woods and scary evils that will probably give you some nightmares(do come to us when you can’t sleep，ok? but only when you really can’t). as you would have known by now，there are also horrible things that happen in stories. there are bad guys and even people dying sometimes，just like how life will unravel in front of you.
how do i describe life，my beloved boy? i do not for one second assume that a boy senses the strangeness of the world le
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