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I've always loved you best because you drew a tough spot in the family, and it made you stronger for it. You cried less, had more patience, wore faded hand-me- downs, and never in your life did you get anything first. But it only made you special

My Vava




I have a little baby, Nandini Vava is her name.Every time I call her,the answer is the same.Her eyes light up,and there is a smile across her face.She crawls up to me,and calls me new names.As I pick her up,I know for sure,If it wasn't for my little onelife would be a bore.I can love no one,as I love my baby.And mothers can understand me,for they are equally crazy.I love to watch her,growing day by day.And it makes me sad to know,that she will be gone one day.But then I'll have otherlittle ones to play,Who will call me Appoppa...,Appooppaaa.... through the day