if I should have a daughter (part1) Exhausted as I would be, I would hold my baby girl in my arm and be the first one to kiss her on her cherry lip. Her pinky little hand would embrace my finger and I would witness her struggle to open her eyes to see the wonderland in which she would be going to spend her life with people who she loves and who love her. I hope I could see her sit in the courtyard with legs crossed, trying to put sand into her mouth with curiosity when I prepare dinner for the family. I would not stop her because it’s good for her to touch the world as she wishes. When she falls down and looks into my eyes for help, wet with tears, I would tell her:”you will blossom into a mature young lady if you rise to your feet on your own.”I would tell her the story of tooth fairy and put one dollar under her pillow with her dad when the night lingers and my baby daughter travels in the dreamland, wondering where her dear teeth have gone. I would take her to the park, encourage her to crawl on the grassland, to feel the mildness of sunshine and the kiss of the breeze. I could see my little angel grow up in the sun with butterflies hovering over her smiling face and I would ask her to recall this cozy memory whenever things are unfavorable. When she finishes her first childish painting and runs towards me, holding picture high in the air, yelling at the top of her voice:”mom! Look! This is you!”I will hunker down, praise her with all my sincere joy and put the portrait on the refrigerator even if it shows that her mother is a weird, old lady.