Dear Mama, From Ayaan,

I know I'm growing taller by the day like a beanstalk, but whet- her I grow beyond 2 ft 2" into a giant with my head in the cl- ouds, speaking kind or foul [crossed out: wea-] wather for the world out there with just my words, or whether I become a stand-up guy of a more regular height, like Jack, and climb the beanstalks of life to my destiny, I'll always be your little bean. No matter how high or low or far I go, I'll always love you like I did when you were my entire world--because you still are, Mama, and you always will be, which means my world is a beautiful beautiful beautiful place!.