My dear little boy..
who used to smile so tenderly and tell me that the kaka is in his tumtum now,
so don't worry da jie.
who used to throw grass-confetti gaily for the cats to eat.
who wabbled "all i one for kwishmush iss haf eh tooowfth".
who's still scared of the dark, but damned if he'd ever admit it.





I am so very sorry.