Mother and Father,
I have not written in a little over a year, I apologize. There just has not been the time. For you to get an idea of where I currently am and what has happened recently, my twelfth birthday is in a couple of days. A few months ago I started wandering around Bree again. No one seems to recognize me, but I have changed since you both last saw me. I am quite a bit taller, skinnier, and I have heard people whispering about how worn I look. I go by Syllea now, I felt I needed to keep a part of you both alive, so I have taken on mother's middle name. I have been asked a couple of times where my parents are... I don't want people to know I am alone so I always say you are out on trips for work, or off on some vacation that I could not go on. They seem to believe me. The food is still coming to my door every night or evening, always when I am not there. It is quite strange.
I am all alone again though, Sidle fell off a cliff as we were playing in the Bree neighborhood. I tried to catch him after he slipped but I am too small. I hate how small I am. I still want to cry when I think of him. He was my only friend. That happened a few months ago but I can still see his floppy ears when he ran to greet me after a long day of fishing or hunting. Or his slobbery tongue as he jumped on me and began to lick my face. Or the odd white spot around his eye, the only white spot on his whole body. He was still just a puppy Mother and Father, just a poor puppy, taken from me like you were. I have started to ask myself if I have done something bad to be cursed in this way. Why didn't the man in black take me with you guys, then I wouldn't have to be alone... all alone.
But I have figured that being sad doesn't help anything. Instead of sorrow I have turned to laughter, smiling, and a fake happiness until I can make myself believe it. I hope it works someday.
I am off to Bree now, so I will have to close this. Until next time Mother and Father. I love you both, keep watching over me please. Send me another hound if possible.
Love,
Silver... Syllea
