To you, My dear little son,

These days, I’m in the middle of a great challenge; my friends can see me enrolled in emotions; no noticeable change in the hormones, but meeting you, spending much more time with you, and trying to understand you, you my dear adopted son.

We are supposed to keep you for a short span, the favorite time to examine the degree of our patience, tolerance, and our real desire to have a baby of our own; we are in debt to you for this fabulous chance to face a new world, the world of parents.

Stretching your body, I was staring at you; how capable you are to react to the environmental elements quickly. There is no even a slight similarity between your eyes and ours; no sign of my eyelashes or your father’s appreciable green pupils mixtured with some brown spots, a real sketch of beauty!

Hearing my voice, you open your eyes and gaze at me, the initial signs of acquaintance between us, the first opening of hope and, perhaps, the first symbols of exchanging greetings.

You make the memory of your ancestors alive, and the eternal memory of the time, the time of being a mom; your eyes, arms, legs, and even your fingers make me love you wholeheartedly. Once, when you are sleeping, I should cut your fingernails to prevent you hurting yourself, and what about your hair? Gosh, my darling is totally bald!

Like other kids, you are an inborn swimmer to cherish the time existing in your mother’s womb, my dear son.

Around two weeks ago, for the first time, when you took a step to meet us, we promised to keep you like the apple of our eyes, to let you feel free to pass this experimental period successfully; regarding the regulations, after two month, if we prove our qualifications, they’ll let us to have you as our adopted son, and no difference that another mother raised you and waited for months to meet you; now I’m your mother.

For two days, I couldn’t pay much attention to you owing to suffering of a kind of digestive problem; perhaps now you’ve got milky eyes and cloudy skin patches due to poor nutrition.

Wait, wait for a day to grow up enough and then I promise you to find your real parents or, at least, send you to your real habitat sea, where you for the first time opened your eyes toward the scene of waves, found your way to sea with your other brothers and sisters; accept my condolences for losing some of them, sacrificed on the half way.

Now, I’m staying here looking at you to cherish the sensation of your first encounter with sea, my dear adopted son, my little turtle.