by Hilla Duka


This is Milo, my baby. Although he's not a baby anymore, but four and a half years old already.

He still sort of acts like a baby, throwing tantrums and lisping and not really listening. He's absolutely charming, of course. He looks like an angel, and behaves like a little devil.

I call him my Samson, I believe all his powers stem from his hair, which has never been cut and hangs to his waist in long, curling ringlets...

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