Dear Son.
Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval or its characters.
This is set between series 3 and 4.
Whilst Connor and Abby have been lost in the Cretaceous.
Dedicated to all Sons out there. You have a mother somewhere and I'm sure she'll be proud of you.
Connor's mum has written him a letter.
To my dearest Son;
I hope you get this letter, it is my last hope of getting in touch with you.
You haven't rang, I haven't even had a call,
you haven't even been to see me, and that's what hurts most of all.
I hope that you are well,
I hope you'll get in touch,
I hope you have a girlfriend,
I'd like to see her, I'd like that very much.
Whilst on my own I've had a lot of time to think,
About your childhood, and I wanted to put pen to paper, and get it down in ink.
I wanted to tell you son, how I love you very much,
I wish I had told you as you were growing up,
I was hard on you as you grew up,
I used to take you swimming, and you hated every minute,
I sent you to cubs, and sometimes I wished you wouldn't go,
For on your very first Cub Camp, I was the one that could not sleep.
Something's that you did I did not like one bit,
The way you'd sit indoors,
And play on that 'Box' of yours,
It was always something computerised, all those computer games,
TV, Computer and Gameboy,
Those were your favourite toys.
Now I understand your compassion for all these gadgets,
For hopefully it has landed you the job of your dreams,
And you get to design lots more.
I know you'll be good at your job, doing whatever it is that you do.
And I hope that you are happy, and hope this happiness lasts.
I hope that you will remember the good times,
And forget some of the bitterness, and hopefully it is in the past.
I just want to remind you son, I love you very much.
I love you Son, please do write, call and keep in touch.
Your loving mother,
I hope you enjoyed that.