Letter Six: Johanna

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28 November 1843

My Turtledove,

(Thirteen years...)You're 13 years old today!

No longer a young girl...why, you're almost a woman now! How I wish I was there celebrating with you...

I've missed so much Johanna, right now I can only guess what you're like, my little lamb, but I imagine you're just as lovely as your mother! Are you beautiful and pale like her? Do you have her golden hair? Her bright blue eyes that could light up a room? Or do you look more like me? (How I used to look of course, not the vile and wretched form this place has made me...)That's not even getting into what you're ACTUALLY LIKE!

Do you still love birds?

What about flowers?

What's your favorite color?

Do you have any friends, if so what are their names and what do they like?

Do you still giggle that adorable giggle?

Do you sing and play music like your mother or was your love of my razors a call to barbering like your poor dad? (I hope not, god I hope you're like me...)

I have so many questions...I want to know every single detail of your life. When I get home, you must tell me everything! Even if it takes all day, even if it takes 13 years, I want to hear everything. I just want to hear your voice. I just want to see you. I want you Johanna. I want you right now...You're all I think about.

I wish I was hugging you right now. I wish I could tell you how much I adore you. How much I love you. I'm sure Lucy tells you this often, but I still want to say it: I love you Johanna. I know nothing about you yet I know I love everything about you. I would do anything to be with you...

I miss you, Johanna. I miss you everyday...Hopefully not too much longer now until we meet again...Until then I'll think of you everyday and cherish you forever...I love you, today, tomorrow, and always, Johanna...

With love,

Your father

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