Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine, but I still believe it to be impressive.

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Letter to self

"Have you done Takeru's task yet?" Sora was frustrated. She wasn't the best writer, but she surely wasn't a bad one. So, when Takeru asked her to write something so he could get inspiration for his novel, she thought it would be easy. That until he told her the specifications for what she had to write.

"What are you taking about?" Yamato was being cocky, which made Sora roll her eyes.

"You know what I'm talking about! And if you keep acting that way, I won't tell you how delicious that smells," he stopped cooking for a second, long enough for him to kiss Sora's cheek, and rub her growing tummy.

"That's not necessary, because I can always tell you love my food," he had also become a better cook since they found out Sora was pregnant. He had said he wanted their baby to have fancy taste buds. "And to answer your question, yes I have finished Takeru's task."

"When…"

"Like a week ago?"

"But that is when he asked us to do it!" Sora could not believe Yamato had written his task and hadn't told her. "Can I read it?"

"You know Takeru asked specifically for us not to share whatever we wrote."

"When have you cared about what Takeru asks?"

"Sora…"

"But I'm your pregnant wife!" she could blame her hormones for being a little more dramatic than she usually was, but again, she was frustrated.

"She would be incredibly proud of you, you know that," the redhead nodded, but she didn't know that, she didn't know that at all.

"I'll try to finish it before dinner," and so, she walked to her studio, that would soon become the nursery room, and sat in front of her computer, in front of the white page who had been staring at her as if she had committed a murder.

Because she was looking at her own reflection against the white screen, and she wondered if her 11-year-old self would even be able to recognize herself. Because that had been the task all along, to write a letter for her 11-year-old self, which sounded easy enough…

… if she hadn't destroyed every dream she had when she was 11.

She had always saved a framed photo of the first time they had gone to the Digital World. She used to have it on her room, but then switched it to the studio since it was the room she spent the most time at anyway. And since they were turning it into the nursery, she had decided it would be fitting to keep it there.

She looked at herself in that picture, with her blue hat and yellow shirt. Her bright eyes and naïve smile.

"Would you be disappointed?" her eyes filled with tears, because she could remember vividly all the dreams and aspirations her young self had. And becoming a fashion designer was not a part of them. She wanted to be a soccer player, one that could become so great she could play it professionally.

… but she also wanted to become closer to her mom, learn about the books her dad loved to read and be friends forever with Taichi and Koushiro, and the rest of the gang after she got to meet them. That camp was supposed to last for a week, but she had always had the feeling it would end up changing her life.

"Every step I took, ever since we came back to the Digital World, led me to who I am today," she started writing, the first full sentence she managed to complete ever since Takeru had told them about their task.

Takeru, of course, had been completely secretive about what his novel was about. They knew it had something to do with the Digital World, but whether it would be fiction, or autobiographical, they had no idea. Not even Yamato, not even Patamon.

"You won't believe it, but you are about to become a mom!" She pictured her own mother, elegant, exquisite women. Her hair was closer to white now, than when she was 11. But she remained beautiful, she remained perfect. And she had always seen her mother as perfect, even when they weren't on speaking terms. "Don't worry, you and mom are close now, no one is more excited about this baby than she is, well, after Yamato."

She had married Yamato, the blonde, shy boy she had once doubted she could even become friends with. How crazy was that? Her pre-camp self never saw herself getting married, but she would've probably believed she would end up with Taichi, or even Koushiro. Yet that camp trip had changed her forever. And every step she took was a step on the right direction.

"No matter how many times you think you are never going to see Piyomon again, you will end up seeing her again. Time after time. She will always be your biggest cheerleader." The world had never been more connected, everything had something smart in them, even the fridges! So Digimon could travel freely. Both Piyomon and Gabumon visited at least once a week.

"You have never been happier, and I'm so proud of you. I hope you are of me," she cleaned her last remaining tears before saving the archive and standing up from her chair. She had done it; her letter was done. August 1st was the day after, and Takeru had asked them to bring their letters to their yearly reunion. Everyone knew how important August 1st was, the day a glitch went into camp and they ended up in an unknown world. Everyone had to attend their yearly reunion, no matter in which part of the world they currently were in.

"How did it go?" Yamato was waiting for her with the table ready and the dinner warm. Sora wasn't sure how long she spent writing, but she sure was hungry.

"I finished it!"

"I'm so proud of you, you know?"

"And now I know she's proud of me, too."

Notes

Happy Odaiba Day! I got inspired by an amazing fanart I saw on twitter to write this. Take this as my love letter to Sora's characterization and development.

Thanks for reading :)

Xoxo, GossipChii