Strange Habits
You're now 2 years old Seymour,
and already well on your way to being royalty.
I have never been royalty by blood,
and never will be,
but you have a chance to grow up rich and not in poverty.
All the best chances for my little son.
But I must admit,
you're extremely clever for a 2 yr. old.
You know how to say the names of shapes and how to say them right.
The nurses think that you're fine,
yet I feel as though this is an omen for something.
But it can't be bad.
You're an angel!
But very unusual.
You never cry,
even when you get shots.
Your hair is blue,
not the color of either races.
Another omen?
Maybe you'll bring Spira together again.
Like Kilika and Besaid in the past.
Maybe.
Even though you're a strange little boy,
I will always love you.
No matter what,
you are my son and I will guide you,
even after I go to the heavens.
As for now, sleep little one.
It is time for bed.
Tomorrow is a new day with new opportunities.
Good night my love...
You know the drill.