I remember the first time I ever saw you, the first time I ever held you. You were in my arms, safely snuggled up to my chest. I marvelled at you, being so small and precious, so perfect and fine-featured. You were so weak, so vulnerable and exposed to danger. I was curious as to how you could be so carefree and ignorant of everything around you, to unaware of the threat of danger that could so easily destroy you. How could one so young stir in me such a strong feeling of love and pride? Yet you are my child, and I have a responsibility to love and honour you as my son, and to protect you, and to cherish every moment I spend with you, and to guide you through all that may come. I respect that responsibility and know it to be true. My son. You will never be alone.