June 9th,
It was no secret that your father was great at physical fighting. Your father had taught me how to fight. Yes it was apart of school but I enjoyed every minute of it. You felt accomplished by it and you can feel the improvements you make.
At our high school or more like a collage they had open gyms for speciality student which were apart of a club. this is where Dauntless comes in. Your aunt Christina has signed us up in our first weeks as freshmen.
To be honest we actually didn't know our way around but she thought it was a good idea at the time so I went along with it. Little did I know it would be the best few years of my life. I was training and you might ask what that would include.
Well training as apart of Dauntless was a small mission on it's own. The mental part of the training wasn't as bad of the physical. Within the first 2 weeks I was thinking of quitting but when I had brought it to attention to my supervisor which happened to be your father. He was mad because I had never given it a chance.
The training involved training with firearms, throwing knifes and hand to hand combat none of which I had prior experience too. I was a clueless freshmen and everyone knew it. I had spoken to your father about my limitations and he said that he was the same at the time. Oh yes he didn't know knifes were also for throwing.
He tried to convince me to stay and he promised to train me so the fitness aspect of Dauntless wouldn't ruin my experience at Dauntless which looking back on it now, I'm grateful for it. The one thing I continue to not miss about it was the exercise.
He started training early and by my forth week we had a schedule in place as we met up at the same place and the same time every second day. This was how your father and I got close. I became his project and this wish was for me to become the best freshmen in Dauntless.
But one afternoon in the middle of the sixth week your father had stopped me while I was punching a bag hanging from a chain in the gym. He had stopped me placing a hand on my shoulder. He had told me I sucked at throwing a punch.
I remember his laugh, it was the first time I had ever heard it. It was deep and straight from the heart he actually laughed at my expense. I wasn't happy with him but his laughter was contagious and he was always so influential for me. I couldn't help myself around myself with him.
Like if he was sad I was sad too. If he was happy I was joyful and if he was scared I was terrified. I had never thought in a million years that I would end up with the one I love especially our ages. Many people did look down at us myself so young and him a substantial amount of years older.
But that didn't happen for a couple of years later. This one particular occasion he had stopped me and showed my how to punch like a professional. This helped me greatly as I quickly raised in the ranks and by the time your father had been in his final year I was high enough to take over.
But I had to train like I hadn't before. I was on a strict diet to gain muscle and trained with your father for 4 and a half hours each day. Your father as always impressed by my motivation but really I just wanted to make him happy. So he was proud of me like I am of both of you.
Although I did worked hard it was the passion that i had in order for me to get so far. So boys please leave with this message. If you work hard enough you can achieve even some of the unbelievable things and most importantly if you get knocked down get back up...