Dear Adi,
It’s been some time since I last wrote to you. But it’s not because I’ve forgotten you. That’s never going to happen in this lifetime… There was just so much happening this month, I couldn’t sit down and write. But even if I didn’t write, there was always a silent conversation going on between us.
It was your birthday this month. On 10th September, you’d have turned eight. Last year we celebrated in a big way for the first time—with your friends, with laughter, with a football-themed cake. Mana Ba and I started with one design, but ended up creating something even more beautiful. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that would be the last birthday we’d celebrate together.
It was such a happy day—fun games by Mamba, lots of chips, pasta, and of course the yummy cake. You had a wonderful time that day.
This year, all we had were the memories. Memories of every birthday, every moment we got to create with you. And the realisation that in this lifetime, there will be no more birthdays together… no new memories to make.
But you know what? I still baked a cake for you. I couldn’t not. I will keep baking one every year, for as long as I can. Because your birthday is not just another day—it’s the day we were blessed with you, one of the most beautiful gifts of our lives. And that is something I will always celebrate, no matter what.
Love always,
Mamma
