To you, yet unborn,
Hello... I understand this may be strange to see, but I feel as though it were best that I leave something behind for you to feel as though you were getting to know me... in case I am not here in person for that to happen.
I am your mother, little one. I know, even reading that is strange, isn't it?... But, even knowing how strange it may be, it is the truth... just ask your father. I have asked him to keep a hold on these until such time that you know how to read.
I have so much fear that I will never get to know you... or you will never get to know me. That is why I am leaving these for you... because I want you to get to know me, even if I cannot get to know you...
As of writing this, I am not exactly showing that I am carrying you within me, but I know that you are there. Your father knows that you are there. And I couldn't ask for anything, or anyone better.
We haven't even thought of any names for you, yet, but I know we will.
Your father and I were surprised and... shocked... to learn that you were on your way... but now... Now, despite the fears of never getting to know one another, I am not so surprised, or shocked... rather, I... I've come to accept you... not only because you are my blood, but because I know, one way or another, you will help me overcome the fears of carrying you.
My child, I love you already, and you will be a wonderful addition to the family, which is just your father and I, my twin sister and my father-figure... and my younger adoptive brother. He is a sweet little boy, you will like him.
Before I go any further... you'll want to know my name, I am sure. I know you will want to know the names of the other people in this small family, but you will know their names in time, I promise you.
My name is Bretthera Willowdye. I am married to your father, and happily so... even happier knowing that you are on your way, despite the fears I hold about the future.
Your surname will be the same as mine, and your father's, but we have yet to decide on a first name for you.
I will tell you more about me in my next letter to you, my dear child, but for now... for now I am afraid I just leave you with a name and how small our family is...
Until my next letter, dear child.
- Your mother
