Hello, Darling

I scurried along to my mouse hole. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I had gotten good at being a mouse. But it made a deep hatred rise inside me. A hatred for the Animorphs, and because of them, I was stuck here, forced to be a mouse.
The hatred grew until I couldn't bear it. I had to do something. But I couldn't. I simply couldn't go on living anymore. The last few memories of my human life were fading, and I knew that the hatred would stay inside me, even if later, I had no memories of why it was there.
I faced the sea. The salty ocean breeze ruffled my fur, and I shivered. There was only one thing I could do, to get rid of this hatred boiling up inside of me. And in doing so, I would get rid of myself. I closed my eyes. I got ready to jump. A soft drop splattered onto my head and a piece of paper fluttered down next to me.
I lifted it up and looked around. No speedboats or anything was there. What did that mean? The paper had seemed to have fallen out of the sky, which was impossible, of course. I lifted it closer to my nose and could make out some words. I scurried to the top of the page. It read:

Hello darling,
Please don't be mad at the Animorphs. They meant for the best.
Remember, I'll always love you, no matter who you are or what you are. Please don't miss me.
Do you remember, when you were a child? How, when it was late, I came into the room and tucked up your blankets and kissed you?
I recall how you smiled every time, pretending to be asleep.
Do you remember, my child, what I said?
I said, "I'll always love you, David, no matter what."
I still do.
And I still come in every night, to come and check on you.
I do, darling. Never doubt it.
Do you still remember, Davey, how, when we sang "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" together? You asked me where I would be when I died.
And I told you I would always watch you somewhere. Somewhere, on a shining star.
I admit I am dead. The Yeerks killed me, for my Yeerk was part of the Yeerk Peace Confederation. At least, darling, my Yeerk days were better than others.
Always remember that, darling.
You will always be my treasure.
My shining jewel.

I clutched the letter and stared up at the sky. Was it just my imagination? Or was there a cloud that resembled my mom? I looked at the letter again. Was it true? Maybe I was just going delirious. I looked up again.
Anyhow, I crumpled the letter up and scurried to my burrow. I dug a sort of hole and put the letter inside it. I resisted the urge to chew a corner. My hatred boiled up again, but went down as I remembered my mom's words. I restrained my anger and pointed my face at the sky. For my mother's sake I would keep on living. I would try to forget about the Animorphs and cling on to my true identity. Not David, the nothlit but David, my mother's child.

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