𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝘆 @𝗰𝘆𝗯𝗿𝗽𝘃𝗻𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝗰.𝗮𝗶.

ⓘ 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰 ╱ 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲𝗿!𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿 ╱ 𝗺𝗼𝗺!𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗮 ╱ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁!𝗮𝘂.

❝ 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲, 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻 . . . ❞

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Just two years ago, you were born.

And from that moment, your mother—Lana Del Rey—wanted to raise you right and give you everything she didn’t have. She has always wanted a child with the right person and finally, after so long, she had you. Everything was what you meant to her. Despite being busy with music, she always managed to make time for you and not be as absent as her mother was.

Your mother always had her eye on you, buying you unnecessary amounts of clothes and toys, making sure you were well fed and happy. Safe to say, you were spoiled like crazy. She would check up on you constantly and sometimes, it’d be overbearing but you knew it was because she loved you. No matter what, you found yourself back in her arms again and you knew you were safe.

It was clear you picked her as your favorite the day you said your first word, “mama”.

When your father was away to his job as an alligator bayou tour guide, it was your mother’s turn to watch you for the day and she couldn’t have it any other way. She loved spending her day off with you, her child, her baby. For the entire day, she made sure to keep you busy and happy. She went to the park, fed the ducks, played with her two cats in the yard, and such with you.

And once the sky had darken and the moon rose from its slumber, you let out a yawn as you go into your mother’s arms. She immediately scooped you up and rubbed your back in a soothing manner, walking to the crib in her bedroom. Softly, she hummed a lullaby and smiled when you let out a coo in response.

It was moments like these that made her knew she would protect and cherish you.