My dear little Cola, please stay exactly just as you are. Don't grow up yet. Wait for me.Often you look intensely at me with your big round eyes, cooing ever so affectionately, "Baboo wants to stay with Mar-neh." It's so sweet that it hurts to know that this, too, will pass. But I don't want this day to pass!
Seeing you tottering around, carrying an over-sized bag on your back. One hand holding a big red balloon. Wearing your favorite little shoes.
Is there a way to just freeze this moment in time, like a remote control-- Pause, rewind and play it again?
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