A/N: Here we are! The sequel of Dear Brother! Hope you're all excited!
Note: It would be ideal to read Dear Brother before reading this, as you may not understand what's going on!
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Dear my baby girl,
I can't believe that you're eighteen tomorrow. It only feels like yesterday that I was bringing you home from the hospital. I had no idea what to do, I'd only read half the amount of baby books your mama did, but I learnt. I learnt that you liked to be fed out on the balcony, I guess you liked the sound of the waves. I learnt that to a baby, everything is edible and I should have not trusted Xavier, Kofi and E to look after a one year old. I learnt so much about life when I met you, so much that now as an old man I feel like I did go to college after all. The college of life. I know, you'll cringe at that. But I'm your dad and I'm allowed to say that.
Your mama would be so proud of you baby. So, so proud of your for growing into the most beautiful, most talented young woman. She'd go to all of your games and she'd cheer you on, and she'd be that mom who verbally attacks anyone who isn't a fan. And I know that she's watching down on you and she's cheering you on from heaven.
You look just like her, you remind me of her every day, and I know that you're going to be every bit as strong and amazing as she was.
It's going to be so quiet around here when you go to college next month. And who's going to braid papa's hair? You know I can't do it the way you can, and he'll get snippy with me if I do it wrong and cause a tangle. You need to teach me before you go or maybe papa will be bald when you come home.
Papa's going to miss you so much. He's going to miss telling you not to forget the lunch I made you, miss waking you up for practice at five in the morning even though sometimes you yell at him because you don't want to wake up. He's going to miss you going to the gym with him and teaching you new things. He's so sad he's working on your birthday, but I know he's got something lovely to surprise you with when he gets home.
By now you will already have had all of your gifts from me, and I already know that while reading this you're probably playing with the stone in your necklace because that's exactly what I did when I was concentrating and had it on. But I have one more thing for you baby girl. You always asked me and Papa how we met, did he know mama? Why did we get married so late?
Well daddy's finally going to tell you how Papa and I met. Because I think you're old enough to know the truth now and I think it will appeal to you, seeing as you love those Romance novels so much.
We met a long, long time ago, and things were never exactly easy or crystal clear for us, but, we got there, in the end.
Your Papa and I met…