It was a cold and rainy night when I was born, well, that's what I've been told. I have been told that I was a big baby, but this is not about me. Oh, but who am I? I am the future Dr. Jacob Sherlock Watson, son of the infamous Dr. John Hamish Watson. This is a book I wrote about my Godcousin, Elizabeth Jane Holmes.
It was a month after I was born, the month April, when a lovely woman, silently walked towards the steps off 221 Baker street. She looks at the tiny bundle in her arms, and she smiles. She kisses the bundle and rings the bells, before leaving the bundle on the cold ground. A cry rang out; it oddly enough came from the tiny bundle. The world's greatest detective opens the door to find of all things, a baby.
Many have called Mr. Holmes a heartless man, but if he had no heart then (which do believe that he has always had one) he suddenly grew one. He felt special bond with the little babe. She too, felt an instant bond, for she stopped crying. Her heterochromia eyes (means her eyes where different colors) twinkled as my Godfather read the note left pinned on her gown.
Dear Sherlock,
I am so sorry. I should have told you that I was pregnant, but I couldn't face you. I have wronged you greatly. I was so happy with you. Father made me come back home. I promise that I will return to you and our little girl when Father dies. I know you aren't good with most children, but I know that you will do well at raising our Elizabeth.
I thought I would call her Elizabeth, after Queen Elizabeth. I want you to choose the middle name.
I love you greatly, and I hope you will forgive me one day. I hope both of you will.
With love,
R. G.