*Dedicated to Rico*
You're only near 9 months old now, but you're so smart. I believe you realised that I was unhappy. You knew things weren't right. A couple nights ago you said a new word: dada - but daddy wasn't around to hear it. That night your daddy and I didn't speak much. The next day I dragged you across the world to South Africa. Your friend Gabe was there but you didn't play much with him. You held on to me as I cried to your godmother, Angel and you whispered to me, "dada." I didn't want to talk to you father - we were in the middle of our first real fight after 1 year of marriage. For the rest of the day you kept uttering "dada" and looking at me with those big blue eyes. Eyes just like your father's. Then finally, after seeing the sadness in those eyes I made a call to your father and we talked things out. The truth is, even when we fight, your daddy and I still love each other. And maybe you've taught me that it's best to talk things out when things are bad. Running away does a lot more harm than it does good. So, Rico, mummy and daddy will work things out. There's no way our family will fall apart because we share our love for you. Thanks for the reminder.
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