Dear Kristin,
Hi Mum. I miss you a lot, you know? I mean, I miss everyone, but I really miss you. Um. I'm sorry, for uh, dying and all, by the way. I don’t know if you were mad at me for it or not, i couldn't see you by that point, but.. it probably hurt to see your son die because he tried to fly to the moon to find you and then failed, huh? So.. sorry, about that. I didn't mean to do... all of that. Well, i meant to fly to the moon, but, yknow what i mean.
Did you know that I still sing that lullaby you sang to me sometimes? It's a bit silly, since its a little kids song and I'm not exactly a little kid anymore, but i still like the song. Reminds me of home. And of you.
I wish you didn’t have to leave. I know you didn't really want to either, and you didn't have a choice in the matter, but still. I wish you could've stayed with us in our tree house and i wish Tommy could've known you for more than three days and I wish you could've met my wonderful boyfriend and a billion other things, but that's sort of pointless, huh? None of that matters because you had to leave because you were the goddess of death. I wish they would've at least let you stop by every once and a while.
I hope you're doing well, wherever you are. I really miss you. Please be well.
Your son,
Wilbur (Osmp fictive,🕯🔮)
[Letter sent!]
















