Letters to Rudy [The Book Thief Fanfiction]

sixteenth letter.

Dear Saukerl,

I didn't address you as a saukerl for a long time here in my letters, but right now I felt like I have to. I feel it in my bones.

We are old now. Our children had grew up to be like how we wanted them to grow up; happy and with responsibility. Tommy graduated college already and he's an architect now. He's currently working as an architect in a company where they design buildings and other infrastructures. He earns his monthly salary, and with that we don't have to worry about anything financially to him.

The twins are still currently attending college at University of Sydney. They had different courses. Rosa had inherited her cooking skills from her grandmother so she chose Culinary and Hans loved repairing anything that involves parts so he choose Engineering. Mechanical Engineering. They were almost finishing college, just a year more and they're done.

My book, is actually finished already. I filled it with the moments that I found very memorable and I wrote our lives. It was the greatest achievement for me, writing The Book Thief is one of the greatest things I have ever done. And the notebook that I'm currently writing on, the notebook that the late Fraü Hermann gave me, was still useful even if the pages seemed to be turning brownish and it starts to turn rubble. I remembered the time when I started to think of what to do with the notebook, and I finally thought of writing to you. It was a great feeling that I started writing letters to you in this notebook, because it became part of the greatest moments in my life. And now I am afraid that this may be the end of my letters to you, but at the same time I am happy because I finally can give this to you and you get to read everything.

I wanted to write here a song that had been stucked in my head. It reminds me about you, and I would want to write this here before I sing it to you.

You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine,

You make me happy,

When skies are grey,

You'll never know dear,

How much I love you,

Please don't take my sunshine away.

I keep hearing it in the radio constantly, and even if it's only short I still love it because it's simple and meaningful. You are my sunshine, you give light to my dark world. I would love to sing this to you when the sun rises in the dawn. I honestly still think that you are still handsome, even if you barely have your lemon-colored hair and you have a wrinkled face. I can't stop looking at you.

This would be the last time I'm writing to you. I'm excited to let you show this.

Your only sunshine,

Liesel Steiner

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