Between the saved belongs of an executive of a big company, we have found, one day, the following note:

Who are you that has arrived slowly winning my heart in an absolute way?

I remember that, when your arrival was announced, your mother´s heart was filled with anxiety and it waved on me the sweet enchantment of being a father.

I waited for you to come, around nights when your mother wouldn´t sleep, trying to make her belly comfortable in one way or another, while you were growing inside of her.

Finally you arrived! You were so small, so tiny that at first I was afraid to hurt you when holding you in my bulging arms. My hands seemed to be too clumsy and big to hold something so delicate.

During the following days, I was discovering your fortress. While you surrendered to my care, so fragile, so dependent. I was feeling like a giant that has the responsibility to respond for the life of a little tiny being, who would trust me completely.

A being who would sleep on my lap and stay quiet on my chest, when wrapping up close to me. A minuscule creature who kept looking at me, making some non-understandable noises, while I was working at the computer.

In the sequence I was coming across the wonderful potentiality that you slept in, as the months went by and you were revealing yourself.

I remember your interest for my books. Of course. In the beginning what you loved the most was the sound of the pages being ripped. And what a beautiful mess you have made with some of my magazines!

Little by little we got to understand each other and you comprehended you should respect certain spaces and certain things. You could have free access to the books, to the magazines, to the CD´s and use them, without damaging.

When I less expected, there you were in front of the computer, imitating my gestures, trying to type as fast as me, dealing with the mouse, clicking here and there, victorious, removing out of the printer the piece of paper with the colored animal you chose from an open online page.

After that it came school, and every day you return with a little song, a verse, a folding paper. Something you have learned, made, created.

Every day you conquer me more. Today I know God has sent you to my life to transform my intimacy.

From a business man, always serious, impeccable posture, I have turned to a boy who gets down on the knees and allows himself to be your pony, riding around the house with you on the back.

From an almost indifferent human being, that couldn´t show any love, you have made me a man who returns the sweetness of a kiss with another one.

And that made me make it back to your mother, to my mother and to them also get to show my love.

You wake me up in the morning, with your singing and your voice, while you jump around the house keeping it bright all the time.

I return from work tired, and within a few minutes, I get myself recovered on your presence, jumping on my shoulders, almost suffocating me with your hugs, telling me you´ve missed me, and telling all the thousand little things that made your day.

I look in your eyes, and feel a deep affection coming out of my soul. I swim in the limpid of your gaze and from so much that I get from you, I ask myself: who are you, my daughter?

Who are you, donation of God, who has come to turn me into a better being and to show me that the most important in the world is not what you have got, what you buy, the post you have or the function where we are?

Spiritist Moment Team, written in honor to
Nadine Helena Marcon.
January 31,2011.