Dear Son,
It's been a week since my last letter, and for that I feel slack, and I apologize. . . . and even as I ready myself to pour out my heart tonight . . . I hear you waking - I just got you into bed. Seems you have something on your mind other than sleep at the moment . . .
Off I venture to see what it could be.
Another letter, another night.
Sweet child of mine.
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