You came into the world anonymous, even as the world took your picture. You were our symbol of hope, even as you slept unaware. Yours is such a small body to contain such a large idea. But don't carry that as a burden. Every child is the same in that way.
Hope is like a suit that a child grows into.
You will grow into yours. What makes your life special is not the story of your birth. It is the story of what came after, as you were delivered to the place you belong and you began the lifelong conversation with your father. You may, one day, find the written history of your birth. If you do, I hope you find this.