April 7th
Year Five
Disclaimer: Only own Nora.
A/N- Unbetaed due to my beta's current lack of internet.
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4/7/1998
To my Norah,
Every year on your birthday, I go to a little Italian Bakery and eat a cupcake in your memory. Chocolate, pink frosting, and rainbow sprinkles.
How's Heaven, Precious Girl? Is it weird having so many people with you?
Jo wants a baby. I'm not sure I can do this. How can I have another baby? What if something happens again? I don't want to lose Jo, the way I lost Daddy.
I want a family so bad, Norah. A house with a dog in the front yard and a white picket fence.
Isn't that ideal? Do you think I'm ready to move on? The dog does sound awfully tempting. Jo has promised me a Harlequin (Black and white, Precious Girl) Great Dane Puppy, my favorite breed, to go in the front yard of our dream house.
It's hard to believe you would be five years old, getting ready to start Kindergarten. Every time I see a little girl, I wonder if that could have been you. Would I be married to Daddy? Would you have siblings?
My body failed you. This is the first time I have ever mentioned this and it's the last time I will.
Happy birthday, Precious One.
Love,
Mommy