update 22Aug24

I have reached an equilibrium where it's not always bad. NT is growing up, she's in class 5 and she is 10+ years now. She's the most breathtaking creature I've seen. She's smart and reliable. She's so full of love, she likes to take care of kids, she's nurturing and kind, but she can hold her own and be a leader. She is messy and obstinate. She hugs me like there's no tomorrow. She hates, hates reading, but she loves, loves, loves stories.
She's growing up every day. She's surprising me when she does. 

I love you so much Mona. I know I can't say the right thing at the right time. I wish that all your wants come true. 
I love you, kid. 

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