Dear Miss Stone,
I will be honest. This was Hanna's idea. He and the others haven't felt very well since the yearly mark hit, and while he and I were working on our paper cranes (we're almost at the 300 mark now), he was being very quiet, and then he suggested this—a letter to the woman that made many things possible.
I'm not very sure where to start, really. For one thing, I have a sort of sense of unhappiness, for never really finding out who I was before. It never really mattered to me but to Hanna it was important, and it still is.
But, on the other hand, I have an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards you. Because of you, I found Hanna, and it is the best thing to happen to me. I'm still not sure why of all people you wanted me to find Hanna, but I understand that it is important to not be alone on this earth, alive or dead. I think, underneath everything, Hanna knows that more than any of us.
Miss Stone, I owe you very much. I don't know how much I can emphasize that, and even if I never hear from you again, I want you to know that even though I do not even remember my own name, I will never forget you, and I don't think anyone ever will, because you matter. I don't know if you realize that, but I think that sort of obliviousness is passed down to Hanna and I am so very glad he is who is he. Hanna is Hanna because of you.
Thank you for letting me have Hanna, and thank you for letting Hanna have me.
Sincerely,
Galahad
PS: We're still working on the name.