Today is Thursday.
It's my son's birthday. You are ten years old which means I have been a father for a decade. The time passes so fast. I still remember your little figure when you were just taken out of the delivery room by the nurse. I was so busy on looking after your mom that I couldn't look at you very clearly. You were like a small kitten with eyes closed. You were such a soft creature that I almost didn't dare to hold you. It's the biggest regret in my life that I left you alone on the baby bed. Because I had to take care of your mom first. Maybe it was the reason that you got cold at that time. So you were taken into the baby ward soon. We were separated for a whole week. Your mom and I couldn't see you during that time. You couldn't stay in your parents' arms. How could you feel? You must have felt lonely and helpless. When you cried, no one would pat on your little figure, no one would hold you in his arms, no one would speak I love you softly near your ears.
I am really sorry. I really hope I could have been with you during those seven days.
