My dearest Prince,
Walid is happy that you are slowy coming out of your shell, this journal is for you when you grow up, a sketchy notes of sort. It was Ami Izzany's Birthday recently, i wish that you had a chance to meet him.
Since your old bodyguard (NA) when home, you have grown bolder and more happier, although you spiderman skills still amazes me and shocks your tok but well cucu Syed Nong la katakan hahahahah. I do hope to get you off the buai soon then least we can travel a bit more. its been a while since i wrote for you but i have been busy and the thoughts just stuck in my head.
I had tears in my eyes last night and even as i type this out, there is still pain within me, yes, my son, as you miss your Kakak Kierra so do i, i dont call her as much because i don't want her sad on hearing your voice and mine but cant be with us, even if during her school holidays. When you get older then hopefully you can understand what happen or why it happen, She is just to far and i had hope that she would come stay closer but still its merely hope for now. well, my son. i am leaving the office now to go to Tok Ami Syed house then back to you. We sing again tonight ok?
i am positing a picture of you from last night. heheheheh
Kierra, when your old enough to read this, know that we are waiting for you. and we love and miss you greatly.
Your Walid.
