Dear Dad,
Now just to let you know, calling you dad on paper is a bit weird. I grew up calling you Rory out loud, but the whole time calling you Dad in my head. Oftentimes I would wonder how on Earth you and Mum actually got together in the first place. For a while I was worried it would never happen, and I'd never be born at all. But then I realized that I just had to give you two a push, and finally, Amy realized that you loved her, and it all worked out in the end didn't it? Thank goodness for that.
There were some days when you were only Rory to me. Not dad, I just thought of you as Rory. There were months I sort of forgot you were my dad. You were just that little kid that adored playing with Amy and stuck to her like glue. You were like an adorable little puppy that just wanted to play, but no one would pay attention to you. Sorry about that, I feel guilty about it now.
Then we grew up. And you became my best mate. And I could see how you loved Amy and how she was just clueless to your feelings, especially since you were forever the shy one, and would never actually voice your feelings to her. I figured that you would tell her when we started high school. Nothing. So I thought that you would when we turned 16. Nope. Maybe when we were 17. No again. And so I thought you would finally tell her when we graduated. Still nothing. By this time I had run out of patience and so I decided to give you a push. And from there it's history isn't it? I feel sort of proud of myself for starting it all, really, even though I did have to steal a bus to get the attention of both of you. Well, I borrowed a bus. You know me. I don't steal; I borrow then never return it.
Some days I wish that I could have had a normal childhood and that you could have raised me up properly. You would go to work and Amy would stay home and play with me. Or maybe she would go to work and you would stay home with me. Then we would all have those nice, home cooked family dinners every night and talk about our day together. And you and Mum would tuck me in at night and tell me a story before bed. And we'd be just a normal family. No timelord DNA, or Doctor, or any of that. Just the three of us, living a completely ordinary, generic life.
But, then I'd never meet the Doctor and fall in love with him. I'd never be able to poison him only to save him. And I'd never become River Song, The Woman Who Kills the Doctor and knows how to shoot a gun. And you and I know perfectly well that I don't kill him, but I still have to pay the punishment for it. And that's alright, because even though it's hard, and it hurts, and there are good times and really bad times, I wouldn't be who I am without going on all those adventures with the Doctor and growing up by your side. I wouldn't give that up for the world.
I have to go Dad, the Doctor is in front of my prison cell waiting to take me on a new adventure. Who knows, maybe you're in the TARDIS too. I'll have to find out. And so, I will now close this letter, for once, writing the name you wanted for me. Just this once, because, like Mum, I like her version better. I love you Dad.
-Melody Williams