Dear Mom,
I, uh, don't know where to start. I guess I'll tell you right off the bat that I think this is a stupid idea. It wasn't mine. It was dad's. Actually, that's not right, it was his therapist Lisa's idea. She thought it would be a good idea to write letters to you. I told her that it would be a waste of paper to write letters and never send them. Dad told me it's "a coping mechanism" and to "shut it." I don't know if you could tell, but that was three weeks ago, and I haven't been sending you letters. And I know damn well dad hasn't been either. I bet you that he's only been using his pen to write his taxes or whatever the hell he does in that office all day. Finally, after weeks of ignoring his therapist, dad brought up the letters during dinner. Which is totally out of character for him, right? Speaking during dinner? Anyway, I made the mistake of not lying to him about me not doing the letters. He sent me to my room and told me not to come out until I had a letter written. He can be such a child sometimes.
So, I guess I'll get to the "positive" side of this letter. I haven't cried that much this week, so that's something. Oh! I also worked up the courage to ask dad about joining a guild to earn my own money! He gave me a hard stare and walked back into his office. Hey mom, since I have you here, can I join a guild? I already have one in mind. It's called Fairy Tail! They're always being featured in Sorcerer Weekly. I feel like you would approve of them.
Mom? I miss you. I know you're somewhere beautiful and peaceful. Hopefully. I can't wait to see you again one day. Maybe we'll talk about this crappy letter as a joke! I have to get going now, my wrist is starting to hurt. I love you to the moon and back.
Happy Mother's Day.
Love,
Lucy.
P.S. Don't tell dad, but I actually might, maybe, probably, continue writing the letters.