*Written in black ink on a single piece of parchment, sealed shut with a plain seal in a parchment envelope, only addressed to 'Our Child'*
Dear little one,
Hello. It's your mother again. Your father and I felt you move not too long ago, and I couldn't believe it. It brings me joy to feel you move about, and I can't help but grin the whole time you move, because I know you are alive.
Your father and I discussed whether we wanted you to be a boy or a girl... we don't mind, either way, all we want is for you to be healthy and happy in life... but your father wants to spoil you, as do I. So we would love it all the more if you are a girl.
I even have a name picked for you, should you be a girl. You would be named after my mother... and that is a name I will have you hear instead of read.
There have been recent events which have brought back terrible memories for me, my dear child... I wish nothing but happiness for you, and to know that you will be in a very good place, with a wonderful father, is something I only dreamed of as a child.
In fact, that is part of the reason why I was so scared of having you inside of me. Because, while you may have my mother's name upon your birth, I grew up without knowing one... and I had a terrible father...
I grew up without knowing my mother, and, should I still be around to know you as you will know me, I will tell you. But I dare not write it here. I will tell you when you are old enough.
I don't think you would understand what I will say about it if I tell you too soon.
Your father and I cannot wait for you, little one, despite my reservations about the day we know will come.
I love you, no matter what.
I should go for now, little one... the bed is calling to me rather loudly.
Good night from your mother.
Bretthera
