My Dear Zuzu,
In my dreams last night, it was your 6th birthday party. You were so delighted w getting everyone's attention that you announced you had a joke to tell, one you'd written yourself.
"How did the drunk man tell the perfect joke? ...
"He didn't! It was too late!"
And you giggled and giggled and giggled.
I remember thinking in the dream, ah, you would have been a writer and performance artist.
Love you millions, miss you all ways...
Mum
