Dear DD
It started one night a few weeks ago when Papa brought you for one of the routine stroll downstairs. While walking, you turned around, saw the moon high up in the sky, quickly ran forward, turned, and the moon was still there. You became terrified and asked to be carried. You buried your face in Papa's arms and wanted to go home.
You were bewildered how come the moon kept following you.
You came home that night and told Mummy. "Moon follow me...."
Since then, every now and then, you would look up to the sky and mumbled to yourself, "Moon follow me..."
My silly lovely boy.
Hugs & Kisses
Mummy
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