December 21st, 1994
I hope your doing alright, I’ve made your foster family promise that they would take care of you and tell you about me. I’ve tried to get to you multiple times but every time something had physically stopped me, I’ve ran away from my foster home in winter trying to find you. Your mother was a great person, never doubt that she would have fought to keep you. If you grow up to be half the women she was you will be a great person. Every night I would look out the window and search for the planet Jupiter, your mother and I were extremely close, we used to go for walks through her garden in the winter, she would throw snowballs at me I always missed her, I could never think of hitting her. Everyone said that I wouldn’t be able to take you and I wouldn’t be able to give you the life you but none the less I would have been able to give you the love you needed. From what I heard you look like me, I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing!