Dear Aden,
Welcome to the family! You got born in the Collingswood hospital at 9:54 AM today. April 17th 1984.
You are small. Only twelve inches! You are six and a half pounds.
The thing that made your birth really weird is your hair. Your hair was black. Then daddy picked you up and your hair instantly turned blonde.
Me and P stepped closer. Then daddy said your eyes turned brown to green.
Mom was asleep on the bed.
Daddy did not answer me and P's questions. He gave you to the lady in white and asked us to go outside.
We went into the hall asked Phillip. His hand told us to stop. Our mouths quiet, and Phillip said "Our sister's a metamorphmagus".
Me and P did not know what that is. "Is that some sort of disease?" said P. Phillip laughed. P turned red. "What" he said madly.
"No" said Phillip. "It is a type of wizard or witch that can change their apeerance at will".
Me and P did not say anything.
"It is not anything to be ashamed of. It is wicked really" said Phillip.
We were still quiet. "So" Phillip walked back and forth in the hall.
"I wonder who she inherited it from". He looked to us.
Me and P looked at each other. Then at Phillip. "What" we said at the same time.
"Well it is genetic".
P sitted on the bench. I was on the wall. Phillip walked back and forth.
Then P got up and walked into the room.
Later he came out with a few coins in his hand. "Let's go get some ice cream."
I got up and went to him, but stopped. "Wait" I said.
Phillip still walked back and forth. "Phillip" I said. He looked up. "Oh right" he said. I walked to me and grabbed my hand.
I will write more for you later. But now I am eating a ice cream cone for you.
Happy Birthday!
Anastasia