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Ever since you were little, your
charm has captivated us. You've loved clowning around
and making us laugh until we cry. Ever since
you were a baby, you've said everything
you think, shouting your opinions without
fear of the
consequences. I know it would be wrong to
tell you to be quiet because
bullets have been whistling through our corner of the earth. The
more heads fall, the more you must hold yours high.
Forget that I'm worried, but don't forget
that I've loved you. Ever since
you were a little girl,
I've made you promise not to bow down, not to
submit. But
my instinct is screaming at you to go hide, as well as
you
can, my baby. I have a kind of knot
stuck in my stomach, a big lump in my throat
that I'm fighting. Believe me, I
just want to tell you to stay
warm, to cover yourself from head to toe.
Keep your
eyes cool, keep your boldness. Don't lose faith in
God if He threatens you. Don't lose faith,
my beautiful one. Child
Terri, take your courage with both hands
free, I don't want you to waste your
heart following fear-based diets. I do
n't have the right, my love, to coddle you
like a mother hen, to crush your humor, to
shake your courage. I don't want you to
round the corners of your
sarcasm because religions do
n't have a sense of humor. You'll freeze your
fingers if you let them sleep far from
wooden pencils, far from
CIR pencils. You'll freeze your lips if you
scarf them. And don't be afraid of catching a cold, don't
be on your guard, don't
play where you want, my beautiful
fragile child. Even if it's raining, a
miserable drizzle, the more slippery the ground, the more
you have to skate, the more
terrifying the world, the more false you imagine it. Don't be afraid, keep
your audacity, hold on to your faith in
God if He threatens you. Don't be afraid,
my beautiful, terrible child, take
your courage with both hands
free, I don't want you to waste your
heart following fear-based diets.
It's true that I just want to give you a good scare, to put your
mind
in a wool hat. I don't want you to be
shy because you have ideas,
but it would be stupid to
suppress them. It's not true that it's
forbidden to play with felt-tip pens. There's still
a paradise, there's still
neutral ground. Don't play hide-and-seek in the
crotch of my skirts, let your
gouache flow, I give you
permission. Catch it cold, good
luck, keep your audacity, don't take faith in
God if he threatens you, don't take faith with your
eyes, my beautiful, terrible child, take your
courage in DEES
libr. I don't want you to lose weight in your
heart by following diets of
fear.
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