Chapter 1
My dearest baby girl, I have awaited for this day to arrive with motely feelings of fear and triumph. From the very day you were born, I knew there would be a day of revelation: the story of your true birth and calling.
But never have I foreseen that this day would arrive this quickly. Without knowing, the days passed by as I raised you single-handedly, each of my days filled with wonder and marvel while you discovered things you found so fascinating about this new world you called home. Even as I tried to keep you safe and protected under my broad wings, the peril you faced swiftly crept close, silently undermining our happiness from the day you came into our existence.
Have I ever told you, how much you resembled your mother? The way your mauve eyes shine as the first beams of sunlight wash over your charming face, those brown curls that bob fiercely as you run into my embrace... You keep me alive, my darling, because somewhere in you, there’s a part of your mother, and that gives me something to live for.
Your mother was outstandingly beautiful - she took my breath away just as I set my eyes on her while she was reading –the wind coursed with her auburn hair, in a way that seemed all so natural. She fit in so comfortably with nature; always sitting by that great alder tree with a thick novel in her hands. I still vividly recall the day when she first noticed me. Calm and composed with a subtle hint of ferocity, she glanced at me, a bespectacled man, hardly as good-looking as a man she should have been with, with question in her amethyst-colored eyes.
Someday, on a cold winter’s night by the fireplace as I cradle your adoring weight in my arms, I’ll tell you more about your mother before she passed away.
