I will make you the most loved.
With this love, you will do whatever you wish. Upon your arrival, all my strength will be assembled for your sole progress. Chosen to protect your first breaths, I will deliver modest knowledge and sincere emotions, signing them with the ambition of what you must take: your name.
I will introduce you to life, to its pains and its joys. I will always protect you from losing yourself. Then, I will follow you in whoever you become—never too far, but close enough.
When you grow up, I will make your old nest a shelter where you can hide and find the essentials you might miss. I will encourage you by smiling at your wounds and speaking to your thoughts. Then, you will leave stronger and more loved, until our next encounter.
You will always be the gift I selfishly claimed: my gift. It will be difficult to see you fly. I will take my revenge on those you generate, seeking in their eyes your return to me.
When it is my turn to leave you, I will resist—so that you never feel abandoned. And I will give you my final breath, so that its air will fill your heart forever.
Zyphera 