When leaving work I went to the call from my brother. She was with her daughter and my mother drink at a cafe near my house.
Many evenings, if not almost all, try to make some room in my schedule to see the child. I'm his godmother, and I love it. At the time when I was born and I presented.
I arrived there, and through the glass I saw my mother sitting at a table, and my brother running after the girl who was hovering there. It is extremely restless. Not for.
open the door of the cafe, did not realize he had entered. I look at her, my brother winks and says, "run, look to see who comes." And turn around and see me unexpectedly, started hopping with joy and wine running towards me shouting, Dosamadilla!. My small stretch of cloth, with 19 months and not longer speak.
Every day I see I get the same joy. Comes running screaming my name and clings to my legs saying, upi, dosaamadilla, upi. I catch her in his arms, neck, embraces me and gives me a big kiss gordote as big as you can.
Every day I see your reaction I'm excited, but today is not that he has done in a manner so sweet, so tender, that reached me deep. Today I feel close to her, today I have felt in my heart more than any other day, today I noticed how your little breath touched my neck and her hands clung to my coat when I hugged her. Today was a special hug, kiss beautiful.
I want is my niece, and I love it. Is it that is unique is because it is the first that will not, but it's my passion.
Today I can say and claim that nothing is more beautiful than the sweet and innocent kiss a child.
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