~H-how can you possibly say that? I know it's not my fault... but it feels
like it, like I could've done more... but I never forgot you, and I always had
you in my heart.
Well It's not surprising I'm profane considering who I have to put up with...
Well he wasn't... mentally stable. I can't blame him either, His mother and
oldest son were both dead, and the next two oldest had gone to (illegally)
fight in the war... he recovered in time to help us get victory but... He...
wasn't the same...
I didn't have much of a choice... I'm not sure you'd want to see me grow up...
I'm not exactly proud of my past.
Not that anyone would mind if you visited and stayed a while... *ahem* Well...
If we're gonna count Canada's kids too that's... a lot more math than I'm
willing to do.
Signed-
Maddi Jones/New Hampshire~
Dear Maddi,
I thank you for not forgetting me dear. And please know there was nothing you could do.
But still, please work on the language alright?
'Mentally stable' I realise. But what happened?
I could've helped. If I was there to see you grow Up, I probably could've helped. And noone is totally proud of their pasts dear. However, it's done, there is nothing to be ashamed of any longer.
I wish I could, and I will once I find out how. I'm very excited to See America and Canada again. How HAVE my eldest sons been doing anyway? And I realize there are allot of stops for me to make...
I'll figure it out...
Much love,
Grandmother