Dear future child
I don't know you yet, nor do I know if you'll be a baby boy or baby girl. What I do know is that I think of you a lot and wonder what kind of child you'll be. Each time I log onto my least favorite social networking site, I am bombarded with other people's creations of little boys or little girls. I am genuinely happy for them, but it scares the living shit out of me. In order to meet you I'll have to most likely PUSH you out of me, seeing as I dont plan to have a C-section. I want to know so badly what you will look like. I already imagine a tan, darker complextion because of your father. I want you to know so much yet I want to protect you from it all as well. You arent even here yet. Im going to bring you into a world of hate, disgust, and racism, but you will rise above it all. You being bi-racial will be a beautiful thing in itself. I pray you are born healthy and perfect, but if God has other plans I will be the best care-taker anyone has ever seen. Whethe