As I am writing this, you are downstairs playing with your cousins. I don’t know if you’ll remember this day, I left you with your Aunt and Uncle while I went to see Dr. McAvoy. It’s Kendall’s ninth birthday and you kids are about to go on a treasure hunt where I will join you shortly.
You are too young now to fully understand my diagnosis, you know I am sick and that I have to take special pills to feel better. When I was your age Dr. Laurie, my previous doctor, diagnosed me with a brain tumor. It was small at the time, but it’s location made an operation too dangerous to be performed. Over the course of my life we have monitored the tumor, watching its rate of growth and its effect on my health. What you don’t know is that today Dr. McAvoy has informed me that the tumor has grown much too large, and that I probably only have a few months remaining.
I want you to know how much I love you, that I treasure every moment we have spent together. I wish I could see you grow into the woman you will become, how badly I wish I could be there to help you along the way.
I also wish I could have had the time to teach you about your father and his side of the family, why he is not with us, and why you are the way you are. As you grow you will come to understand that you are quite different from your peers. You will be much stronger, quicker, and even more aggressive than the other kids in your class, and there will be times that it scares you. I am sorry I can’t be there for you, be there to explain it and help you through it. I will be having a conversation with your grandparents about it as they will be handling your guardianship when I am gone. I rather expect that you will be raised with your cousins, by your aunt and uncle, but it’ll be your grandparents who will be entrusted with the truth of your heritage.
I am going to be leaving this letter, along with a collection of journals that I have kept over the years, with my lawyer. His instructions will be to deliver all of this to you before your 18th birthday. So allow me to wish you a very happy, and very early birthday along with eleven very belated birthdays. I cannot be with you, but I hope you will accept my journals and my love. Give your grandparents a hug and thank them for me.
The purpose of these journals is to give you a chance to learn about me, but also to learn about your father and his family. They’ll start with an entry after I had woken up in the hospital. We didn't know why at the time but I had fallen unconscious due to an event I wouldn't learn about until much later. It was also during that stay that I met your father and my best friend for the first time.
As you grow up, you’ll learn about the fall of the barrier and return of the Fae. Most of that dark time took place before your own birth, and my journal entries will allow you to see my perspective through that time. I must warn you that the information contained within those journals is quite valuable to some extremely powerful individuals, and could prove dangerous to you if they were to acquire them. Please take care of these journals and be very careful with whom you share them.
Over the next few weeks I’ll be getting everything prepared for my passing. While this journal will come to you before, on your 18th birthday you will come into possession of your inheritance which will include your father’s estate. We used to live there, you might remember the garden that you so loved. One of the arrangements I’ll be making is for the groundskeepers to care for the place in perpetuity. With my health, we had to move back here to Denver so you could be close with family in case anything happened. And given the nature of your father's family, I haven’t been open with your grandparents about it. You’ll have to forgive me that, because after I am gone you won’t see that garden again till after receiving this.
Once I have everything in order, I promise to make every moment I have remaining with you count. I hope you will remember me fondly, and not be too bitter at my passing.
Rawiya Aethelwyne
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