Hello, Achaea.

Many of you don't know me. But most of you have good, kind hearts: even
some of the Mhaldorians here.

I come here today for a simple request. Two years ago on January 4th,
Christina Grace Frederick died of SIDS. She was a beautiful two-year old
baby girl, with curly brown hair and twinkling brown eyes. We all miss
her very, very dearly.. but we know that she's still with us. Just
because we can't feel her, or touch her.. that doesn't mean she's not
with us.

So my simple request is this.. if you are Christian, Pagan.. I don't
care.. please, remember my little Christina.. remember that tomorrow,
everyone you know could slip away. Forget your enemies, embrace your
friends.. because the cynicism of this world is too constant for even
myself. Think of the bouncy baby girl.. think of the gurgling coos she
made. She could hardly walk, hardly talk before she died. Please think
of her.. and whatever you be, please wish the little girl a happy
birthday.

My Little One
By Jessi

I held you close for a moment,
And felt your heart throb.
I kept that feeling close to me,
And loved it for all it was worth.
I wore it down into a memory,
And thought of it often.
Now that you're gone,
All I have is this memory of that feeling.
You were so small and so beautiful..
I remember the smell of your hair,
Damp with the sticky sweet air..
You only smiled in that special way..
It set you apart from the rest of the world..
My tears have worn their own trails down my cheeks,
Your love has chipped away at my chilled heart.
I thought we'd always be together..
But you were the first to go,
My little one..
Death wrapped his cold fingers around your warm life..
Scaring you back into the darkness..
And now I wonder..
Is it you I talk to so late at night?
Or is it just this feeling, this memory..
I try to hold on to with all my might?

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Miraman, in the year 324 AF.