As I tried to close my eyes and rest, I found that I couldn’t rest before I share a story. So here it goes, a story about a wonderful heart, a courageous spirit that forever will linger on my mind.

I never paid much attention to my own birthdays. There is a question that I used to ask silently to myself, “What are birthdays but a mere passing of the years of your life?” That question stayed with me for a long time because I just simply never had it in me to underline the significance of my birthday to myself. I would attend some birthday parties, - and I even encouraged some birthday celebrations to be held for those remarkable souls I know; but it stops …

Dear Indigo,

So hello again, my son. It’s been a while since I’ve written my first letter to you. Until now, I still have no idea when will you be able to read it. Hell, I don’t even know whether you’ll be able to read it at all someday. But I prefer to live in a belief. A belief that someday you will overcome your developmental challenges and live this life like a man.