Nova_Williams

A letter within a pale pink envelope sits mysteriously on the bedside table. Though no one has entered the house nor the room save it's only occupant.
It is addressed simply: Nova Scotia, in neat slanted penmanship. A writing familiar to few and unknown to many.

The letter shifts slightly as if disturbed, though there is no breeze in the room, as soon as the boy slumbering in the bed awakens.
As if to gain his attention . . . . . .

___________________

Nathan,

My sweet boy, please do not take one look at the sender of this letter and discard it. I ask only that you read what I have to say, then you may do as you please with it. I wish to speak with you but I know I make you nervous, and rightfully regretfully so, so perhaps a letter might ease your nerves.

I know I've never truly been there for you, and that I've pushed you away so many times. I will not give excuses for myself I know what I've done to you and your siblings is wrong. And I fully regret what I have done. I have become what I dreaded most and you all have suffered for it.
I will not ask for your forgiveness, I know I don't deserve it, but I do wish to be bold enough to ask for a second chance. Though I understand if that is too much.

Please know I do love you my beautiful son, and that I have never stopped loving you since the day you were born. Even if my actions have spoken otherwise. I am truly and deeply sorry for the pain I have caused you.

Iona