Today as we went to my parents house, an aunt on the ground floor called out in an excited voice when she saw you. I went along with you to her balcony and she promptly lifted you in her arms. You looked at her intently and then looked at me. There was a question on your face, but no fear. The aunt's daughter came from behind and asked 'How old is he?' I replied 11 months. She was amazed that you werent crying. I told them that you only cried when I left for office, or when you were hungry or sleepy or when you fell and you were hurt really really hard.

Later I was pondering on what I said and I realised, that you didn't cry because you trusted your dad that I wouldn't give you to anyone un-trustworthy.

Love you son!