Isabela - Day 10

Precious niece,

I write this letter to tell you how much I love you. I write this letter to share with you the idea of warmth and security and to tell you that, no matter what, I will always be there for you. I write to resurface memories of a buried future. I wish to remember the sound of your beautiful smile and the shape of your innocent laugh. I hope to bring back the touch of your soft hand holding my fingers as we ran across the open gardens of childhood. I want to remember the endless nights spent reading fantastic stories filled with hope and magic. I want you to know how loved you are. I want you to keep close to you the way your mother laid eyes on you, hoping that you would grow to see yourself the way she saw you: as something special. And I never want you to forget the way your father lifted you in laughter, carrying you towards the stars. I want you to remember the way he kissed your chubby cheeks and played with your little feet while you sat on his shoulders.

Child, I want you to know how much we love you. You are truly beautiful. Do you see it? Do you see the way you run across the fields of youth and bend the very fabric of spacetime, making time flow by slower in this universe expanding before your bright eyes? Child it truly is beautiful to see the way you play as though nothing really matters because, really, none of this matters. We want you to be safe, we want you to feel cared, we want you to feel adored. We want to see you sing and dance in this infinite innocence. How do your almond eyes reduce Copernicus’ model to a simple joke? You make our elaborate theories fall to ashes and create a world that seems to hold you at its center. The world revolves around your precious hands, and little toes. You made your parents burst into energy and make me melt away with a single glance.

Dear, we want you to be happy. Life is too long for you to worry now. You will have time to hurt, have time to cry, have time to grow. Please don’t worry, child. I worried too much when I was young. I withdrew into my mind, thinking that a wall would protect me from others. I was wrong, I was so wrong. There is nothing more terrifying than to be confronted to your own person once having achieved what you believe to be full consciousness. The more you will know about yourself, the more you will hate the one you see in the mirror every morning. I don’t want you to feel that. And you will never have to feel that because you are wonderful. You truly are wonderful. Maybe one day you will build a convoluted reality, you will think of yourself as insane, as worthless, perhaps even as unfit to this world. But child, this world was never made for you and I. Don’t cloud your beautiful eyes with a world that was imposed upon your being. Love, we want you to be happy. You are not insignificant. You are brave, you are strong, you matter. Maybe not to the eyes of society, but you matter to us, you matter to this world. No matter is made or destroyed, it simply transforms. Think of everything that had to happen for you to be here. Darling, if we were to unfold your DNA, you would go to Jupiter and back over ten times. You are not small, not insignificant, if anything you are well folded.

Love, how do you shine so brightly? Your smile dwindles nuclear fusion to a simple game of lights. Your voice travels the room as gravitational waves curving spacetime. Time stops at the speed of light. You are old now, you must have so many questions, so many worries. And you will be fine, child. You will be okay. You don’t have to hide in masks, they will tear you to pieces. Listen to me dear, do you remember the feeling of resting on your mother’s chest and hearing the vibrations of her cage as she spoke? Do you remember the feeling of comfort and safety emanating from her curly hair? And do you still see the beautiful paintings and drawings she used to make? You are lucky to have her. I did not grow up with her, but she is no less a sister to me. She made me laugh, she made me cry, she gave me a shoulder to rest on and a hand to support me. She will do everything for your dreams to come true. Dream dear. Dream as much as you want. Some will come true, others will fade away and leave room for something better. And no matter what happens, we will always be there for you. Happy birthday, child.

With love,

Your aunt.

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