is that okay? If I call you Mom? I wasn’t sure if you liked Mom, or Mommy, or maybe even your name best. But most of other kids call their moms ‘Mom’, so I went with that for now.
Today was pretty boring. Kind of the same as every day. My mom - adopted Mom, Regina - made pancakes but there wasn’t any syrup and I think they were that whole wheat thing. I went to school. We’re learning tricks for all the state capitals. But we’ve been learning them for so long I don’t need tricks anymore. Then I went to Doctor Hopper. I am not supposed to talk about what I talk about with him, but there was some stuff that I thought about with him, and no one said I couldn’t say those things. Most of them are pretty boring, because they are about sneaking ice cream or or a cool spider, but there are a couple things I thought about that I wanted to tell you.
I love you. Sometimes I think you’re scared to come find me because you’re worried I don’t love you. But you don’t have to worry because I do.
Other times I worry that you are not looking. That you forgot, or that you think that I didn’t turn out okay. If that’s what it is, I promise I am pretty good. You can ask my teacher, Ms. Blanchard. She’s really nice and I think she likes me a lot. I’ll get her number, you can call her and ask.
Can I tell you a secret? You have to promise not to tell anybody because it’s kind of embarrassing. Sometimes, when there is no one else at home, I talk to you. Out loud, like you’re there. It’s usually just dumb stuff while we’re brushing our teeth or doing long division, but for a few minutes you’re there. And it’s really nice.
Ms. Blanchard says she’s got something for me. Something that will “give me hope”. But I don’t need hope really, I just need patience. I know you’ll come sooner or later. Maybe it’s a GameBoy.
Sooner, I think. I have a feeling. I am pretty sure I’ve spent enough time wishing for it.
Henry (your son)
P.S. I don’t have a place to send these, but that’s okay. I like just writing them.
Source: ONCE Facebook app
This was found in the Regina section as an untold story. That gives me a feeling that this was a letter found by Regina in her son’s room. RIGHT IN THE FEELS. Also, she’s obviously Evil - I mean whole wheat pancakes with no syrup? EVIL AS FUCK YOU GUYS.
Other than that it’s pretty sad and sweet at the same time.
HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MAGIC? LIKE SHE CAUGHT THE DAMN THING BY HERSELF AND THEN SHE TURNED IT MAGICALLY INTO A FIREBALL BUT
SHE CAUGHT THE FUCKING ARROW FIRST.