Rev, darling. It's your mother here.
I wasn't sure how I could contact you without disturbing your other duties. So I decided writing this letter would be the easiest way to at least talk to you. It's just we haven't seen you in nearly a year, so it's not been the same since you went away. I know you're just doing your duty as one of the protectors of the city, but I do get worried whenever I see you fighting evil people and giant creatures. It's just not safe for you to do that. But as my son, you want to find your own independence and I appreciate that.
But why did you have to work in the city when your father is already successful with the family business? I know you wanted to work and all, but you could have easily just joined your father's business. It would have been a lot easier if you just worked alongside your father. And you were so close to finishing that business studies course in college as well. It was a terrible shame that meteor put you into the hospital for such a long time. You would have done so well.
But I suppose you're happy with your new friends, fighting against crime to protect the human race? Well as long as you're happy, then that puts me at ease. It's just you have superpowers, but you might have not wanted to be a superhero. And if you didn't want to be one, that's fine as long as you don't use them to do bad things like robbing banks, and horrible things like that. But what you're doing with your friends makes me proud to be your mother.
I almost forgot, but Rip managed to pass his first part of his exams this year. He just needs to study for his finals exams. And your father is doing very well with his business. He managed to sell off those Holophone 675s like hot bird seed muffins. And everything in the house is in order as usual.
Which reminds me, we have to visit you and your friends when your father and Rip aren't busy. It would be so delightful to see how you're getting on after all this time. I hope we get to see you again very soon. Call us if you need anything.
Love from, Your Ma
P.S: I hope that you've got some spare, fresh underwear that have been washed.