lieutenantelizabeth:

Dear Dad,

I turned 17 today. I know, I’m getting old. I wish you could have been there at the party. Uncle Roy showed up with Miss Hawkeye and they gave me earrings. He doesn’t look so sad when he comes over anymore. I know he misses you a lot, but it seems easier for him now. I can tell because he tells me a lot more about you than even Mom does.

Mom’s baking is as good as ever; I don’t think anyone can beat her cakes. I keep telling her to open a bakery but she’s content enough doing her housekeeping jobs around Central. Of course, Mom is pretty good at everything she does. She smiles a lot more than she used to; she even goes out occasionally with friends. She still has a hard time talking about you sometimes; she must have loved you a lot.

Anyway, Dad, I talked to Uncle Roy at my party today about something serious. It always stuck in my head, those stories he used to tell me about you both working in the military. How your died trying to save people and I’ve been thinking lately that I couldn’t be more proud. I wish I knew you, but my father died a hero, and I think that’s pretty special. So I came to the conclusion that I want to save lives like you did, Dad. I’m going to enroll in Central Academy next week.

Mom was against it at first, but Uncle Roy offered to pay the expenses and I guess there was something about it that seemed to tell her how right it was, that I do this. I’m happy, even though I miss you. I hope that one day, I can be a hero like you.

Love forever,

Elicia