Celine’s POV In my dream, I heard my father’s voice through the last letter he sent to me. [“Dear my Celine, no… my lovely daughter, Jill… While you were still in your mom’s womb, I remembered singing lullabies to you so you would know my voice. I’ll never forget the first time I held you in my arms and saw the spark in your eyes, that baby smile that let me know you will become one hell of a woman one day. I was so young and scared, but most of all – excited to the bone. Your little hands held me tightly to my pinkies as you were taking your first steps. You are, in my mind, the toddler running to the door joyfully crying “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy” when I came home after a long journey. Suddenly, there was a new bundle of joy that had already completely shifted my life. It was impossible to describe, yet incredible to feel. I love you and cherish you, my baby; from the day you proved me that you’re everything I wished you’d be, to the day we will be separated. There are so many t
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