My Dearest Lynna,

I must first apologise to you. It seems that in my desire to give you
strength I neglected to teach you open-mindedness. Sometimes it is
better to be like the ever flowing water, to yield, to accept, to
embrace what cannot be purged by fire.

You had a loving family, Lynna. You had parents who would die for you,
grandparents eager to help you and to teach you. Siblings who loved you.
Child, we are waiting for you still. You have not lost us, Lynna. It is
you yourself who is lost.

Come back to us with a heart full of love and acceptance. Come back and
help rebuild what was broken. Come back and all is forgiven.

Sweet child, shade of my heart and fruit of my womb, know that I will
always love you. A mother's blessing and a mother's curse.

Momma

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Mayan, in the year 428 AF.