Dear Feikko, my beautiful little boy.
How have you been doing? As much as your mother wants to see you become the beautiful girl your sister should of been, I can see through that facade. You're still too young to understand the situation, and you might not understand how mean your mother is.
I heard you're doing another play for your school. Something about the anti-Sesshoku movement again? Its a shame you can't understand adult problems to really grasp why its so important to society.
Hmm...
Oh, I know.
Let's put it this way: There's a fatal illness killing and infecting so many people, but we need the economy to continue. A few thousand people dying sounds terrible to you, but thousands of people die anyway everyday.
They're just a few numbers, just people that don't really matter.
Now let's say you were a wonderful father who happened to be unable to see their children and one of them dies because of the illness. Now all of a sudden, this illness got pretty personal. You can't control how the illness is eating away someone that gave you happy memories.
They're in pain, so much pain, and you know what that Sesshoku does?
It makes them go to sleep happily,
clean, pure hearted and all that.
And what does your wife do? Leave you!
But you know your mother, your beautiful mother....
I loved having kids with her. I loved the idea of moving in with her, raising you two up. Seeing you both grow so big. Hell, I'm crying just thinking about us. She find someone new to raise you?
....Write back quickly this time. Please, Feikko. I miss you all and with the current situation, I fear I may never see you again. No matter what your mother may tell you, you're my little boy.