While firmly holding…

…the television remote in one hand your other hand was busy trying to figure out the secret relationship between the back of this device and the batteries. For an hour your little fingers twisted and turned the cell like it was a Tetris block. All the while the expression on your face was that of a head surgeon carefully trying to reunite two microscopic something-or-others under the pressure of a fading heartbeat. It was then I realized that I never sit and think what you will grow up to be. That is because I am already amazed at what you currently are.