December 17th, 1397

Dearest Unicorn,

The news has come – we can afford the surgery! At first I was tremendously excited, and as mother continued to jabber away at the preparations needed to be made before December 28th (the day of my surgery) I began cleaning my glass menagerie to calm myself. As I looked at my glass animals I though of you, and of the night your horn broke. At the moment I was upset, but tried to think of your horn breaking as a good thing – after all, you could finally be normal and fit in with the other horses. But then I began to think – your horn is what made you special. It is what made you stand out from the others yes, but not just in a bad way, in a good way too! No other glass figure had your shape, your color! The way you shine is like nothing else on this earth! I realized then that no matter what, no matter what shape you were in, or however many pieces you may be, I would always love you – and that nothing could change who you are: a Unicorn. I think that, even if I don't have the surgery…I would be ok. After all, I'm still myself right?

Love Always,

Laura