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My sister tells me you'll have eyes like your father, freckles like mine. That you'll have a smile big enough to hold the universe, that the brownness of your skin will be made for catching sunbeams, that one day your hugs will be wide enough to hold all of the things you love within them. I hope that this letter will be one of those things. My sister tells me all that things that you could be -- and I find myself wondering, every now and then, if you'll become that astronaut I'd wanted to be as a child, if you'll be as stubborn as I am or as placid as your father, if you'll decide to marry someone who knows there'll be an end sooner than later. If you'll end up having a weak heart like mine, or if you'll be as strong and healthy as can be. There's plenty of time for wondering in here.

I've told my sister to give this to you if we don't ever get to meet. I love you, baby girl -- and I'm sorry I won't ever be able to hold your hand.

                                                                                          -- to my little piece of the sun,

                                                                                                                               Mama