Without You {p.j.m} [[completed]]

Day 54

Eun Ji,

Today I write to you, rather than your father.

The day that Jimin had told us that you were joining our family, I knew you were going to be the light of my life.

You weren't even my child, but I loved you as if you were.

She was 19 weeks when they gave the news to everyone.

"Hobi look! She's the size of a tomato!"

Your mother said, showing me the little chart on her phone.

She was glowing, as every mother does when pregnant.

Your father was a good man, even if some of his last choices were his worst.

At 20 weeks, your mother said you were the size of a banana.

How cute is that?

And at that time, you had started kicking too.

The little hand and feet prints that would show up on your mother's stomach when Jimin would sing to you.

So precious.

You were my little butterfly.

The day your mother went into labor was one of the most tragic days of our lives.

You were beautiful, my dear.

The head of black hair like your father.

The pale skin like your mother.

A doll.

But good things must always come to an end.

I never seen those bright eyes of yours, but I'm sure they were brown, just like your parents'.

You were the purest angel, Eun Ji.

My hope.

Sincerely,
Jung Hoseok