I imagine from time to time what the day you are there will be like, I think you will laugh, cry or shout; I don't know if you'll be alone or accompanied and even less if I'll be the one with you. Therefore, you have been talking for a long time about when the day comes to visit that country, about love and perfumes, about charming streets and many cafes where I close my eyes and see you sitting while you decide which dessert to order from one to the other that seems more exquisite. I imagine you there, my little one, in front of the Eiffel Tower that you dream of so much.
I remember when you asked me one day:
Mom do dreams come true?
And I answered yes, everything you want you can achieve, work and go for them; So you said you would go to the Eiffel Tower. So one day I imagine your face glowing with happiness, you will stay observing how big it is and you will only enjoy it. You will take photos and maybe record a video, all that your emotion allows you to do, will be few or many hours, surely you will return the next day; I know you.
I long to listen to you while you tell everything, if you will say that you still do not believe it and that you would like to stay in that place. I know that you will climb as much as you can to the highest I know; You will be without trouble, you will take your time, because that's how you are, without looking at the clock.
Daughter, that day will come, I will celebrate and be happy, as happy or more than you.
