Geh, this letter is...weirdly done. I named Amanda's mother Cassandra in one story that will never go live and I have stuck to it ever since. Amanda's father I named William, but that isn't in here right now...

Sarek is not a happy Vulcan right now, no thanks to her.

Amanda,

Your mother refuses to leave me alone.

Yes, Cassandra, I am quite well aware of you reading over my shoulder, thank you.

I told her I was writing these letters and she immediately wanted to see them. She states they are a good indicator to my mood. I cannot fault that logic, as they are a good indicator as to my mood. These are my private thoughts, but that does not seem to mean much to a human woman who is snooping. That is the term you used when Spock was small and got into things he was not supposed to. I am certain it is used to the same effect here.

She found this PADD when I was doing some work in my office and immediately started reading it. Seeing as how I am currently mainly around Vulcans, who do not read other peoples personal things, I did not lock it. I will not be making that mistake again.

Pieces of paper would be better to write on for letters, personally, but there is a matter of room and where I would keep them. So, I will stay with this electronic and familiar type of writing. I hope you do not mind.

Yes, Cassandra, I am well aware of my collection of paper and where I keep a pen, thank you. I do occasionally need them in my line of work. Please go away...

Was she this bothersome to you as a child, Amanda?

This is beginning to come across as a three way conversation in which your mother is speaking out loud, you are dead and I am writing silently.

This is madness.

Yes, you are driving me mad. If you do not leave, I will have you forcibly removed by force, if necessary.

Excuse me, Amanda.

Amanda,

She is gone for the moment. I had guards escort her out, since she did not believe I would do so. I estimate she will be back in approximately five minutes. The guards will let her back in, do not worry about that.

I am losing my patience. These are very personal, after all.

Reading my letters is not all she has done either. I am in need of time alone, and she refuses to leave me since she found this collection of letters. She is worrying about me constantly. She keeps coming into my room to see if I am asleep or not. She keeps on giving me food I would not eat even when healthy and sound of mind. She keeps on asking me how I feel.

Your father is welcome company though, and is trying to get your mother to settle down a bit. He seems just as upset as I over the reading of personal things. He and I have been talking, trying to come to some arrangement which would make it easier on all three of us to coexist.

He thinks your mother may be sick with grief and is coping with your death by mothering me. I am not handling this as well as I thought I would. If Spock was still here, he would gladly take her affections. They are close to one another.

I think I will go lie down for a while and give you some better news tomorrow. I am getting a headache with all this distraction.

I love you.

Sarek.