Dear Reyna,
I can clearly remember the day I found out about you. Four months ago, Katherine Horan, my beloved girlfriend and your great mother, woke me up with a squeal. I groaned, upset that my peaceful slumber had been disturbed. I ignored her, trying to return to my dreams.
Her spirit was unbroken, and she pronounced with excitement, “I’m pregnant!” I shot up from my lazy position, her words making me fully awake. It was one of the best days of my life.
Now, five months before you’re brought to life, I’ve decided to keep a journal that you can read when you get older.
Currently, however, you are just a small bump. The doctors say that you will most likely be a girl, so I am addressing to you as Reyna. If you are not a girl, my sincerest apologies.
It’s late here in Halifax, UK, but the chirp of the nocturnal crickets and the sway of the evergreen trees are keeping me awake. You, on the other hand, are lost in your dreams. I should be getting to bed shortly, for I have to get the studio early tomorrow morning to record my new song. I will write to you soon.
Love always,
Daddy
