A FINAL LETTER TO MOMMY'S LITTLE GIRL.
My dearest girl,
It's finally happening. You're here. Here before me in the flesh, after many agonising years of your absence. As I sit down to write this final letter to you, my heart swells with emotions, threatening to burst free from my chest. The quill trembles in my hand, as if it too feels the weight of this moment. Twenty-three years of longing, of searching, of rituals, all converge into this single, precious instant. You're finally here. Mine to hold, mine to touch, mine to teach in the ways of our ancestors. Mine.
