Amma Nia and Baby E

Baby E loves Bobo just like Amma Nia does.

Baby E enjoys reading a lot. She's an avid reader. She has her own bookshelves, and her parents just purchased a new one. She also likes Bobo, especially the 50th Anniversary Limited Edition Trilogy, which she always reads when she's in our home. I told her that she's the heiress to my books collection; she's secured to receive all those books, even though this baby has not yet understood—she told me back that those books were mine and not hers 😂

Baby E is the daughter of my brother. She was born when I was at a stage of being reluctant to live yet unwilling to die; I didn't want to live, but I also didn't want to die. I was just living for the sake of living. She was born right when I had no more reason to live; I didn't know anymore what I wanted my life to look like in the future.

She brought new light into my life. She brought back my reason to live. She gave me new hope that maybe life is still worth living. 

I love to hear her calling me "Amma" and asking me to read some books to her, or when she's reading aloud those books. I love when she's asking me to carry her, and together we're counting the animals in her favorite video. I love when she's giggling at my story-telling. I like it so much when the first thing she's looking for in our home is the books I bought for her, and later she plays with the dolls and toys that I specifically bought for her too. I love when the clothes I chose for her become some of her favorites.

I love when she also loves the books or the dolls I have, the ones I personally collected long before she came into my life, and that it's enough for her to bring them home and live with her own personal collection. I love when she called what's (originally) mine as hers, the way I did it to my youngest aunt when I was her age—even to this day. I felt like I achieved another milestone in my life when I witnessed those moments. 

I want to witness her growing up. I want to be a reliable Amma Nia to Baby E, the way my youngest aunt is to me—someone she can rely on.

I sometimes see the younger me in Baby E. It's not only because she loves books, she loves reading, or she loves story-telling, but also because she has some traits identical to me, which makes me kind of anxious. But I really wish she would never end up like me. I pray that life will be a lot kinder to her. I pray she will never live with trauma. I pray her future will be nicer, healthier, and happier.

There are tons of Baby E's stories that I will share here. She's so lovely. I want the world to know how adorable she is.

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