Dear Edward,

I was walking with den the other day, i passed your house. Or what at lest use to be your house. I cried, im sorry im telling you this. I dont wat you to think im the reason of your stress,its justbeen so long.

You know, since we were young and would run up and down the stairs of that house, playing tag. arguing, or laughing. Or running from out parents. Our parent, Oh gosh Ed now im crying again. Its not your fault though believe me, i just really miss them and wish they could be here.

Do you remember, i told you i didnt like roses, and you told me 'but all girls like roses' i just walked away, i want to tell you now, why i hate them. They look so beautiful, they lore you into picking them. BUt unde that cover, deep they have sharp prickly thorns that surpise ad hurt you, thats why i dont like them.

I'm smiling as im writing this, thinking about us on that day. So much happened that day, it was really theonly day we had to ourselves with out anyone. Just us. I really miss you, like i miss my curves. I want to see you again and hug you, and make you grumpy so i can apolgize later and see that forgiving look in your eye.

I want you back, i miss you. PLease come home, I need you here to make me laugh and cry and yell, remind me im human. Do you remember that time there was a bad storm, you helped me through it. It was the first one wiht out either of our parents.

You sat with me occuping my mind with sotries. Funny how yound we were and so many we had, we must have twice as more now. You were so strong that night, not crying or cringing hen thunder crashed or lighting flashed. You held me tight as i cried into your shirt, we were so little.

i dont know why im writing memories, i guess i just feel a little longing today. I want my parents back ed, but not only that i wanted my family back. Thank you, for everything. Getting Al back, and bringng yourselves home safe and sound, and healthy. Thankyou Ed, so much. Im sure our kid will appreciate it too.

Oh yea did i mention i was pregnant?

With all love and life,

Winry