She's unique. She's special. I feed her, I put her to sleep, I sing to her. I hold her in my arms. I reassure her when she cries. I let my hands help her when she tries walking. I pick her up when she falls. I kiss her on the forehead when she has a fever and tell her stories every night. I strip her of all my worries, wash her patiently, and trust her. I laugh with her. I cry with her. I watch her growing up, changing. She feels the wind through her hair, she looks at the stars, she loves, she breaks into pieces and then she recomposes. I look at her and I know she will change the world.
(Translated by Emilia-Georgiana Călinescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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