Dear Mother,
I know now why you sent me away. You were scared that your enemies would hurt me. You were so scared, that you sent me away when I wasn't even 3 hours old. You had no way of knowing that your sending away of me would be what ultimately set me up for demise.
You didn't know that Diana's enemies would attack her home. You didn't know they would send me away too. You didn't know I would end up with my father. You didn't know his enemies were more than ten times the amount of your own. You didn't know I would die so young. Taken from the world at thirteen.
But if you had known what my life had been like, would you have done anything different? Had you known I would have powers, would you keep me and teach me? I grew up believing I was a freak. I didn't know that my powers were a gift. But now is not the time for regrets. It's too late for such questions now.
Mother, I am scared. I have not long now. I can feel the doctors trying to save me. Trying to pull the knife fragments from my chest. I'm sorry, Mother, that we never knew each other as family. I'm sorry I was too weak to survive long enough to tell you this in person.
Mother, what do I do? I know I should hold on, but I can't. Mother, I am frightened. Give Father my best, please. I don't want him to think I died hating him, when I only spouted angry nonsense. I don't want you thinking that I died never giving you a moment's thought. I love you Mother, and I'm sorry I couldn't say this in person. I'm sorry I couldn't stay.
With love,
Lilly