Dear Erik,
Days like this I wish you were here. I've started teaching the kindergartners at Lorna's old elementary school. Remember when we all went to public school? Thank God Pietro and I graduated while you were still with us, there's no way we could afford [ insert private school ]'s tuition times three plus these crazy house payments. We can barely afford to keep Lorna there. Luckily, she only has two more years to go, then Pietro and I will have to worry about sending her to college. You left us in pretty bad shape, but you know that we Lehnsherr-Maximoff-Danes can make it through anything.
Pietro got a job as a bartender at the Manhattan Pub. That pays a lot better than when he was a waiter at Applebee's. He's too much of a hot head to be a waiter, I'd like to see how he handles himself around drunk people in one of the most aggressive cities in the world.
Do you ever think about my mother, Magda, or even Lorna's mother? I blame myself for Magda's leaving. She really was a great woman and the best mother in the world. I really admire the way she took Lorna in as one of her own after Ms. Dane passed and Lorna had to move in with us. Pietro still hasn't gotten over Magda, they were so close. He was such a mama's boy, now he's just...angry. I feel like Lorna is forgetting about Ms. Dane a little bit more everyday. Although Pietro and I didn't mind sharing a mother, we didn't like the fact that she was replacing her own mother with ours.
I suppose we are a bunch of hypocrites. Pietro and I don't plan on giving the Maximoffs their name back anytime soon. I guess you could say that we replaced the Maximoffs with you and Magda or vice versa. I really do miss them. I am thankful for you and Magda giving us to more capable parents, I just wish you, my real parents, would have raised me instead of the Maximoffs.
It's been two years since you left and I finally understand why you stole from all of those people. You wanted all of your children to have a better life. The best life. Even without the private schools, the clothes, the loveliest house in Forest Hills, and even the money, there is no doubt in my mind that I would have still loved you. We've all hated and resented you for long enough. I'm ready to forgive you. Two years down, eight more to go.
Love,
Wanda