Happy Sweet Sixteen, baby.
Oh God. Has it really been sixteen years already? Sixteen years ago, after a long labour (read : 24 hours) which the doctor didn't want to give me any painkillers and which I screamed at anyone who came near me, cos you were taking your own sweet time coming out. But the minute I saw you, I fell in love. You were the most beautiful baby. I swore to protect you with my life. To give you everything I have. To give you happiness.
So I named you Clarissa, cos you were the most brilliant thing ever in my life. You still are. Bright, Beautiful, Brilliant.
I love you darling. Happy Sweet Sixteen.
