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dear kiyoshi.

Dear dad,

Dear Father,

Dear Kiyoshi,

Dear General Matsuda,

Hi.

I don’t know how to start this, so I guess I’ll just write and see what words come out. I’m sorry if my Hingan is hard to read. Mom taught me how to write in Hingan, but that was a long time ago. And since you’re getting this letter, you probably already have a lot of questions. So... Here goes nothing.

You know me as Yuna. Everyone here knows me as Audrey. You also think I’m dead, but... that isn’t true. I’m alive. I’m still here. The Wells family betrayed you in a lot of ways, and I’m sorry for that. They told you that Itsuki, mom, and me all died, that our bodies were lost to sea and that’s why they couldn’t be recovered. That wasn’t true. Mom died when I was five years old, and... I’m sorry, but Itsuki is no longer with us, either. That’s a more recent development. Something I’d like to talk to you about in person, if you even want to see me still.

Up until a couple of moons ago, I didn’t even know that Mom was Doman, that my real father was across the sea and then some. The Wells told me that Patrick was my real father, and up until I did some investigating, I believed that. I found the immigration papers, from Doma to Hingashi to La Noscea. I found the birth certificates. And I found the letters Mom and you exchanged. It took me a while to be able to translate them. I’ve been re-learning Hingan and Doman as I go, and the letters were water-logged and smudged, too. And then, when I had answers, I was... too afraid to write to you. Too afraid of what I might uncover, afraid of the things I’d have to tell you.

But I know, now, that this is the right thing to do. What I want to do. I know you must miss Mom as much as I do, if not more, every single day. This is only guess work, but a... close friend of mine and me sat down, tried to figure out why we all got separated when I was a baby. It seemed like we had the answer, and then I got it for sure. This will sound crazy. It will. I promise I’m not crazy, though. Maybe... Maybe you’ll believe me. I hope you do.

Mom came to me in a dream. She told us why the family scattered, told us that it was always the plan to join back up when it was safer, and then that plan was shattered when you were told we all died. She said that even if something ever happened to her, Itsuki and me were supposed to go home to you, in Hingashi. It didn’t happen that way. I’m sorry. I know I have a big sister, too, but don’t know where she is other than that you sent her to be a geisha in Kugane with her - our - cousin.

There’s a lot to tell you. Too much. I don’t want to overwhelm you. I just wanted you to know that I’d like to be in contact. That I’d like to know you. You might not even believe this is your daughter, and that’s okay. Just... write me back anyway, okay? Please. I’m stretching my hand out. Please take it.

I’m sorry for every lie that you were fed. You must have gone through so much, and now here I am, putting you through more. I don’t know if I should even send this, but I don’t know what else to do. There are circumstances preventing me from, right now, returning to Hingashi to meet you in person. I asked Elizabeth, though, and unless she was lying to me... She heard you were alive still. Mom told me that you were a great war hero, that I have family over in the Far East. That you’d want to meet me. That you thought I’d blow everyone away someday, that you loved me more than anything. I... hope it’s okay to hope that that’s true. To hope that you’ll still want me.

So much has happened in nineteen years, and I wish I could write it all to you. Like I said, though, I don’t want to overload you with information. I’m okay. I’m away from the Wells family now. There are people who care for me, now, and who protect me. I am loved by someone special. I am trying hard to be the best person that I can be, and my physical health is very good. I drink the green tea and lemonade drink that Mom made for me when I was little when I told her I thought green tea was gross, and I drink it every day.

She said it was your favorite, too.

I hope to hear from you soon.

Your daughter,

Yuna Matsuda