n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended...
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I grab the letter, walking over to a rocking chair in the room. I open the letter to read what's inside.
To my future daughter,
You may be wondering why I know you'll be a girl, it's just a mother's instinct I guess. Anyways, to the real letter my beautiful girl.
I hope you fall in love with being alive. I hope you pick flowers and read books and understand that life is so much more than some silly words from a boy you won't remember in a couple years. I hope you feel pursued. I hope you have the best of friends, and I even hope you get in trouble together.
I hope you make fun memories and take too many pictures and scream at the top of your lungs on roller coasters. I hope you swim in the depths of the oceans, and feel the dirt underneath your fingernails when you climb mountains. I hope you know the joys of genuine laughter, and I hope you know the difference between wisdom and test scores.
I hope you understand that you can be anything you want to be, but you have to work hard to get it. I hope you do more than sit around and complain about the things that could change- because I hope you are the change. I hope you have a journal and write every thought down.
I hope you learn how to skate, and eat your fruits and vegetables. I hope you treat your body well, and respect your reputation. But I also hope you have fun. In fact, I hope you have unapologetic fun.
Because my love,
I hope you fall in love with being alive.
Love, your mother.
Oriella Hargreeves.
As soon as I finished the letter, I felt tears falling down my face. I look up at the ceiling, hoping I can control my emotions enough to not explode and burn down the house.
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"And that's how Phil determined that the archduke just had to go." explains the Handler. "Care for dessert?"
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