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Hi, Mom, Dad. I wanted you to meet someone.
This is your grandson. We haven't named him yet, but we narrowed down a few choices. Winry doesn't really like my ideas, but that's okay. I know we'll pick the right one. I don't know how she can tell, but she says he looks like me. I sure hope not, because it turns out I got your giant honker of a nose.
I wish he could know you the way I did. Well, maybe not the way I knew Dad, but… you know what I mean. The next best thing is me telling him all about you, I guess. The good things first, obviously.
Dad, Granny told me how nervous you were to be a father. I laughed and told her "no shit" because… well, yeah… but I understand why now, I guess. Better, anyway.
I'm terrified. More than ever. My first round of being responsible for someone else turned out pretty fucking poorly. That's hard to beat, though, so… I guess I'm already doing okay? Yeah. Just gotta move forward from that… and I'm gonna try my damnedest to do it right this time.
Anyway… this is him. My son. You would've been great grandparents.
I miss you. Both of you.
