I will be 18 in 25 minutes

My mom has just come to me and hugged and said things. I think that were the best words of me and her. Yes, both of us. I didn't say a word, but she did it for me. She calls me her friend ('дружочек', which is a Russian word for a little friend, very sweet word. Think of it as in "Karlsson-on-the-Roof", it is a book by the Swedish author Astrid Lindgren, there are three stories about Karlsson and Lillebror (that young boy who I meant when was writing about 'friend') and all of them are connected with an idea of my existence. Yes, when I haven't even been born my mom was thinking of me as that blue eyed little boy.
I am blue eyed and those stories are my favorite. So are characters. I even used to have proprietary game (yes, non-free games is sad thing), I was a kid and didn't understand a problem, so I was happy with it.