Sunshine, may you learn to handle well everything life throws at you – googlies, shocking bouncers, crafty spins, unstoppable full tosses, wicked in swings, overpitches, yorkers, unexpected doosras, flippers – so that when it is time to leave the pitch, you may leave with a smile on your face. And through all that time, whatever happens, your mother and I will be cheering for you, rooting for you. Thank you for two of the best years of my life. Happy two years, sweet Maya.
Wielding a Cricket Bat
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