March 28th, 1940.

{Writing}

Dear, Harry:

Roses are red, violets are blue. If silence could speak, I would to. I know that does not really make any sense, but I'm running out of things to say. I can't keep saying I miss you even though I really do. My sisters mocked me once they found out I've been writing you letters. I didn't really care.

They do miss you though, and can't wait for you to come back to us. They have been praying, hoping you'll stay safe and come back alive and well. I think Phoebe misses you most. She got a stuffed bear just for you. She said she's going to give it to you right after you come home. She has so much hope for you my dear, and so do I. Keep fighting, my love. Keep fighting.

Love, Louis.
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I think the next time I update, will be when Summer break begins. I have final exams and I have to study for them and such, so I can't update again until then. I really want the next month to go by fast so I can feed you guys with more chapters, and updating 2 or 3 chapters a day again.
I will try my hardest to not let you guys down. Until then, see you in a month😘❤