Dear Weird Child,

I understand that you don’t know much of life yet, being less than half-baked inside my uterus. You haven’t had your first love yet, haven’t met their parents, or even your parents. Your father and I don’t yet know what color-coded stereotype you will be thrust into, but we do know, that you will be weird.

It’s inevitable. You’re going to be weird. There’s truly no hope for you.

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