Hello grandpa,

I'd like to proclaim that this is unfair. I shouldn't learn this much about your virtues or lack thereof. This is the kind of thing that is supposed to be hidden from me, just an embarrassing family secret. You probably could've used a letter for your snickering moustache twirling. It would let me retain some illusions. They are dispelled, and I must accept the fact that my grandpa sounds like he was napping when they were handing out the secrets of not looking like a...

I can't actually post that, maana would be almost as disappointed in me as I am in you.

I still love you, grandpa, but I can't let you just do this. I don't know if I'll ever succeed in fixing the damage you do, but I'm gonna keep trying because it's important. I read what you wrote and I don't know what you consider important, but I'm happy I didn't pick up whatever your values are. Probably because they're about as firm as the dunes of the Mhojave in a windstorm, and its difficult to grasp the sand when momentary breezes scatter it.

I'll see you later, grandpa. Maybe I'll hug you, or maybe I'll smite you with lightning. Someone should, anyway.

You don't get to own the Aalen. You don't get to own the Tsol'aa. I will keep fighting until I figure out how to prove it.

Love, Yaya.

P.s. Thank you for the family ring. I'm not gonna wear it though, at least not now. Maybe when you aren't on a quest to look like a massive dork in public.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Glacian, in the year 992 AF.