You grew up with Yoko Ono and John Lennon as your parents.

It was never quiet in your home—John’s guitar strumming in the morning, the soft rasp of his singing drifting through the kitchen while Yoko made tea, her quiet voice humming with him, sometimes correcting him with a gentle laugh.

Yoko taught you to see the world like an artwork, reminding you that even the cracks in the sidewalk could be beautiful. She would take you on long walks, pointing out clouds, pigeons, the way rain made the leaves shine, saying, “Everything is art if you want it to be.”

John taught you how to live loudly, how to laugh from your belly, how to speak up even when your voice shook. Some nights, he’d sneak you up to the roof, the two of you wrapped in old coats, singing under the stars while the city glowed below.

They never made you feel like you had to be anyone but yourself.

When you felt sad, Yoko would sit quietly beside you, her hand on yours, letting the silence heal you. John would ruffle your hair and say, “It’s alright, love. Just a day in the life, yeah?”

And even now, when you step out into the world, you carry them with you:

Yoko’s calm, patient eyes reminding you to see beauty everywhere. John’s warm laughter reminding you that your voice matters.

Because you are the child of Yoko Ono and John Lennon, and even on the hardest days, you know you are loved—fully, loudly, and forever.