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Leah ran a hand through her long hair, and winced as the baby began to cry again. She picked up her daughter, and began to rock her. "Come on, Lucy." She tried to soothe the infant.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away." She sang softly.

"Lucy, my darling, I love you dearly. You are my only pride and joy. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you, and I thank God you're not a boy." Now, Leah was making up words to that song.

Just as the baby fell asleep, the doorbell rang, and Lucy began to cry again. "Damn it!" Leah yelled, and took the screaming baby downstairs to answer the door.

She opened it, and found her boyfriend, Alan, standing on the doorstep. "Well, hello there." He kissed her cheek.

"Hi." She sighed, exasperatedly.

"Nice to see you, too." Alan sat on the couch.

"You rang the doorbell... remember my rule?" Leah sat on the coffee table in front of him.

"Oh. Sorry." He said. "No ringing the doorbell. Come in through the back door."

"Yeah. Please do it next time." Leah bounced the baby in her arms.

"How's Lucy?" Alan asked.

"Are you kidding?" Leah was not laughing.

Alan took Lucy from her mother and began to pace the floors with her. "Go take a shower... No offense." He said to his girlfriend.

"Yeah, thanks." Leah ran upstairs and showered quickly.

When she came back down there was mail in the slot. She picked it up, and scanned the parchments. "Bill, bill, junk, magazine, bill, oh look an actual letter." She placed everything else on the table, and tore open the envelope.

Dear Leah,

It's Charity. I have wanted to talk to you for so long, so I decided to write to you. I hope you still live at this address. It would be a shame for some stranger to read my letter. Ethan says hello, by the way.

I hope you are doing well. I am. Jonas and I are expecting our third child this autumn. Our first was a boy. We named him Gabriel. Our second was a girl. We named her Claire. Both are excited about having another sibling. If it is a boy, we are going to name him Lucas, and if it is a girl, we are going to name her Eleanor.

Have you found a husband, yet? Jonas is great. I love him truly. He is wonderful with our children. They love him, yet they respect him as well. Gabe is eight, and he helps Jonas every morning. Claire is only five, but she likes to help me bake.

Ethan would like to add a note for you at the bottom of my letter. I hope you do not mind, but knowing you as I think I do, I do not think you will. Look at me. I sound confused. I hope you understand that sentence.

Jonas and I plan to have another child after this one, and we want to name it after Rebekah, but we do not know how if it is a boy. Maybe Robert, but I will have to look up the meaning of that to make sure it is biblical.

I just looked up Robert, and I cannot name my son that it means "Bright Fame", and the Amish do not take kindly to that, as you well know by now. Let's see Rebekah means "Bound", so I will find a matching male name. There are none. Well, maybe another form of Rebekah. I cannot find anything, so I guess I will pray for a girl.

Leah, it was nice to write to you, and I hope you will write me in return, but as of now, I have to go prepare dinner. I hope that I will here from you. Goodbye.

Charity Longacre

Dear Leah,

I am writing to tell you how I have been. I just hope that Martha does not find out. Though she is not supposed to be, she is very possessive and jealous.

As you can probably tell, I am married to Martha, but she is sick, Leah, very sick. She has found a lump on her right breast. She has cancer, and will not go to the doctor. I don't know how to help her, and I can't stand watching her die.

I have been baptized, but I cannot deal with the pain anymore. God thinks it is funny to mock my pain. He has made me fall in love twice, and twice, he has taken love away from me. I should not speak of God this way, but I feel that this is how it is.

I have a child with her, or should I say almost. She was pregnant, and because she would not go to the doctor's for her cancer, she has a miscarriage. My baby died in her womb.

We buried the 14 ounce infant in our backyard. Her name was Diana. Divine is its meaning. I feel terribly asking God for his help while I do not know if I can trust him. I want him to help ease Martha's pain, and I want him to help console me.

Leah, it would be great to see you again. Please, write a letter in return to me as well as Charity. I miss you, Leah. You are my best friend. Goodbye.

Ethan Longacre

Leah wiped a stray tear from her cheek, and folded the paper. "Honey, can you take Lucy for a walk? I need to write these people back without any interruptions." She asked Alan.

"Of course. Lucy and I will go to the bookstore so I can pick you up your birthday present, and maybe buy myself that new novella." Alan said as he pulled a light jacket on Lucy. It was spring, but not warm enough to go out without a sweater of some sort.

"Thank you." She kissed him.

Leah sat at her desk, and began writing one of the hardest letters ever.

Dear Charity,

How wonderful! I am so happy for you. I hope you and Jonas live long fulfilling lives, and that all your children come out healthy.

I do not have a husband, but I do have a boyfriend. His name is Alan, and I love him. I addition to him, I have a new baby to care for. Her name is Lucille Jalen. Lucille means "Light", and Jalen means "Bird of Light". She is my little light from God. I call her Lucy or Lucy J.

I plan on naming a child, if I have another one, after Rebekah as well, but right now I am going to go write your brother because Alan and Lucy will be home shortly. Your turn to write me.

Love, Leah

Ethan,

How are you? I was so happy to get your letter. I am glad to hear that you have found a wife, and very, very sorry to hear the circumstances you are going through. I do hope you find god in your heart, Ethan Longacre.

I have found love, but I am not yet married. I do have a bastard daughter. Her name is Lucy. I know it isn't approved by your customs to be fornicating out of wedlock, but I did, and I apologize to god every night and every day for it, but I am happy that I have her.

Please, let Martha know that God is with her, and people's prayers are going out to her... namely mine, but you don't want her to know that you contacted me, so just say people's. I hope she gets better. Please, keep me up to date. It would be great to see you too, but the timing just isn't working. And, Ethan, you're my best friend, too.

Love, Leah

Leah ran her fingers through her hair, and folded the papers. She put them each in an envelope addressed to Charity; so that no one would know that she and Ethan had contact.

As she put the letter in the mail box out front of her house, she began to cry. She felt bad for Ethan, happy for Charity, and confused for herself. If there was a one and only for every person, and Alan was hers, then why did these feelings for Ethan keep coming back?

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