"Mommy, what was he like?" The voice of my sweet little six-year-old daughter echoed throughout the kitchen.

I looked at her, she was tan, with deep blue eyes and dirty blonde curls for hair.

Smiling slightly, I replied with, "Well he knew how to cook, he was funny and he LOVED bombs."

She gasped at an apparently amazing realization.

"Mommy! Guess what? I'm funny and like bombs too! He was just like me!"

she ran over to me with a full-blown grin covering her freckled face.

I caught her and hugged her, kissing the top of her head, and her nose.

She giggled and ran over to the table, obviously smelling the spaghetti that was about to come.

With a bowl of spaghetti noodles and a jar of tomato sauce, I walked over to the table and made her a plate. As I was pouring the sauce, I got a tiny speck of it on her.

Being dramatic, she gasped and exclaimed, "MOMMY! You got spa-spa-spa… You got sghetti on me!"

"I'm so sorry! Here, let me clean it up!"

As I was getting her a paper towel I felt something warm and wet hit the back of my neck.

I put my hand on it to feel tomato sauce and sighed.

I brought the paper towel over to her and as she wiped off her speck I dumped half the jar of sauce on her.

After that I ran like the wind.

It only took a split second for her to grab a handful of noodles and start chasing me around the house, yelling things like, "I'll get you my pretty!" - she loves The Wizard of Oz - and laughing maniacally.

When I got to my bedroom and realized I had reached a dead end, she tackled me to the ground, stuffing the noodles down my shirt.

After about five minutes sitting like that to get some breath, we got up.

Grinning, I said, "Time for a bath!" She clapped her hands and ran to the bathroom while I went back to my bedroom to change my shirt and get her some clothes and a towel.

While walking towards my dresser, I saw a letter.

A letter that I never sent, and probably never will.

I went over to it and picked it up.

I started to read.

"Dear Iggy,

Hi. I just wanted to say, I know it's not your fault I caught you kissing Ella, and I understand you didn't love me anymore.

I don't blame you at all.

I do wish though, you had said it to my face, since actions speak louder than words, and it hit me like a train seeing you two together.

Anyways, Cathy's doing fine, she just turned four!

It was the greatest party!

She asks me about you a lot.

Maybe sometime you could visit.

She'd really like a picture of you.

But Please don't worry about us, we're doing fine.

Sincerely,

Nudge"

"Mommy! Are you coming or not?"

Getting the towel and clothes, I smiled slightly.

Yeah, we're doing just fine.

Me: Well, there it is!

Nudge: I think it's pretty good! And just so we don't get any flames about how, "U liek mesd da ayj up stoopid!!!!!!!!111ONE!!1 in da letr u sed 4 but at beginin u sed 6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!ONE!1 STOOPID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111ONE!!!!!!!!!1111!ONE!" Story Nudge wrote the letter two years ago.

Me: Also, I'm thinking about making a second chapter about what would happen if she DID send the letter, and he came to visit. What do you think?

Nudge: I like that idea, but it's up to the readers.

Me: R&R?

Nudge: I second that!

Me: Yeah well I third it!

Nudge: Well I FOURTH it!

Annoyed Readers: SHUT. UP!!