Mashallaah, today you are 2 months and a week old. I yearn to see you. Last night, I cried myself to sleep, this seems to be a common occurrence nowadays. I keep remembering how you would fall asleep on my chest, how I would hold you and sleep when you would be uncomfortable, how I would sing to you, how you would suddenly fall asleep with just a sip of milk.
I miss you a lot. My heart is so full of pain and I don’t know how I am bearing it!