You came home by the hand of your parents, some kids laughed at you but you did not care, you were not ashamed to love your parents.

Your way of walking was elegant but full of grace.

When you got home, you opened the door to your parents and you entered the last one. You turned and walked your gaze down the street until you found mine.

You always knew I was watching you, and you always smiled when you found me.

Then you went inside and I didn't see you again until next Sunday.

Oh, little one, if you knew the sins I want to commit with you ...