We struggled so much and for so long to have you, your father and I. It was truly a gift when we heard you crying for the first time, when we heard that you were alive and healthy.
When I first saw your face, I saw your father. You looked so much like him. You were truly your father's son, and nothing could have made me happier. Your father was my world, and when I saw your face for the first time, you became my world as well.
I watched you grow. You still looked so much like your father, much to my delight. I watched you follow your father around, with pure adoration and hero worship in your eyes. You wanted to be just like your father, and I had no problem with that. It was like having a double Lucius, and that made me happy.
Then, your father was sent to Azkaban, and you were given the task of murdering Dumbledore. But you couldn't do it. I knew you wouldn't be able to do it. Your father would have been able to do it if he had been in your position, but you were not him. You were your own person.
You are still so innocent. At your age, your father had long lost his innocence. He never had the chance to be innocent, not with Abraxas Malfoy as his father. Fortunately, Lucius is not his father.
Your father has always danced with the darkness, but never you. You spoke the words, but you couldn't perform the actions. Despite your words, your heart was pure. Your father had lost his pureness before he even had the chance to know what that word meant.
For so long, I saw you as a little version of your father. It was so easy to do so. I loved your father, and I had wanted nothing more than to love someone who was a part of him.
But you are not a little Lucius. You are Draco. You and your father are two different people.
Similarities will always remain between you and your father, but for now on, the both of you will always be individuals to me.
You are not a little Lucius. You are Draco, and I will always love you for that.