Dear Baby Virushka,
Before welcoming you to the club, I just want to go on record and say that I’m not ecstatic about calling you ‘Baby Virushka’, because, well, that’s also a coinage of our media (the very people I’ll be cautioning you about now). I’m certain your parents will do a better job of naming you, but for convenience’s sake, let’s go ahead with it for just this time.
I remember the day your arrival into this world was announced. Of course, the internet was immediately flooded with memes.
At the risk of sounding boastful, I am more than happy to share all this attention with you. It might just be what I’ve been waiting for.
I’ll be honest with you, Baby Virushka. It was a fun start, for sure. When I came into this world, I was all the rage, even though I didn’t quite know it then. Everywhere I went, people would call out to me lovingly, they would try to grab my attention, they would click pictures of me doing absolutely nothing… Who doesn’t love…