Looking at your skin as you feed I am struck by how fair you are. Before you were born I was impatient to know what you would look like. I spent so much time imagining your hair, your face, your eyes - but I always presumed you would have the same olive skin as your father. After all, you are a quarter Chinese! Instead, you have this milky white, porcelain skin. It is breathtakingly soft, and begs to be kissed. Thankfully you love kisses, and happily press your cheek against the lips of anyone who will offer them.
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