A beautiful, fair skinned woman sat at her dresser, brushing her hair lightly.
The brightness of the noonday sun peeled into the room, giving it something of a golden glow as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
Something suddenly appeared on her window pane.
It was a very bright object that seemed to resemble a bird, it slowly flapped its bright wings and dropped a piece of paper on the window pane.
After about two seconds it vanished in tiny flickers of light, leaving only the letter at the base of the window.
She clutched her chest and got up from her seat, suddenly uninterested in what her hair looked like or where her brush even was.
Her heart beat wildly in her chest as she damn near ran to the window.
She grabbed the letter and quickly unfolded it, revealing an all too familiar handwriting, it was the handwriting of her beloved son.
She started reading the letter:
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Dear Mother and Father,
