Last Saturday, I met my cousin's daughter for the first time.
I thought that makes her my niece. Apparently not.
Technically, she's my cousin once removed.
It was the celebration of her first month.
She was the smallest baby I'd ever seen.
Her hands were softer than anything I've ever held.
She slept almost all through the party.
And I... got to carry her.
Something changed in me as I carried her for the first time.
There she was, fragile and delicate, yet trusting enough to sleep in my arms.
I think at that moment I began to understand a tiny bit of what it meant to be a father; There is nothing a good father would not be willing to do for the good of his child.
I thought that makes her my niece. Apparently not.
Technically, she's my cousin once removed.
It was the celebration of her first month.
She was the smallest baby I'd ever seen.
Her hands were softer than anything I've ever held.
She slept almost all through the party.
And I... got to carry her.
Something changed in me as I carried her for the first time.
There she was, fragile and delicate, yet trusting enough to sleep in my arms.
I think at that moment I began to understand a tiny bit of what it meant to be a father; There is nothing a good father would not be willing to do for the good of his child.
omgoshomgosh so tiny, so cute, so ;___;
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