My darling little animé demon, my twinkling and naughty little
witch, it is a privilege to listen to your mock bickering followed
by peals of laughter ringing through the house, becoming home,
brightened by the joyful light you emit on your happy flight - as
you flit about between friends trying to adopt you since they all
enjoy your presence so much & as you decorate and clean for
our friend living on her own, as she is too frail to do it herself
Your mischievous smile hides a generous heart and your mock
anger allows you to blow off steam & make us laugh - you are
the favourite of uncles and aunts & when you return from your
wanderings, a mini-hurricane blows all the cobwebs away that
started to build when you depart, - while the din in the kitchen
when you cook & your dad tries to interfere, clearly indicates
who is the boss - When you go off for a photo shoot I call out
To you - Slay them, shoot to kill, my little Assassin - and you
reply happily: - Yes Mom, that’s just what I am going to do!
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