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Dear Mom,
It's been awhile. A lot of things have changed for me.
I think I'm finally starting to figure life out. It's been confusing, and upsetting. But I'm learning a lot. And I learn even more each day. Life's been pretty good. Confusing. But good.
I have friends now. I know you never thought I'd make any, as different as I am. They're different too. It's not dangerous like we thought. It's kinda nice. Not being alone for once. I even have a boyfriend. Crazy as it sounds. I know, right? Me. Who'd have thought?
I found someone who finally loves me as I am. Despite everything that I am. It's wonderful. And scary. To care so much what someone thinks of me.
I hope you'd be proud of me. I finally found where I fit in. They have a few more angles and curves than you'd probably approve of. But I think you could've grown to love them too.
I don't hate you. I probably should. But I don't. I think I get it. I don't understand it, but I get it. You were scared for me.... Of me? Does the difference matter? You were scared, and confused. So you lashed out. Because it felt like you were in control.
Guess I learned it from you.
I don't think you'd recognize me now. Not that you ever really saw me back then. But I see. I always have. And it's only getting clearer now. Things are so much more complex than I knew.
And it's wonderful.
Despite it all, I wish you could see it. I wish you could be here. I wish things had been different.
I wish we both hadn't been so scared.
I hope you're doing okay. Whatever became of you. Wherever you exist now. Even if only in my memory.
I really hope the best for you. Despite everything. Because I chose to.
I miss you.
~Billy.
P.S. I still hate shoelaces, but I can tie a knot now.
Bill sighed, sniffling as he closed his journal.
"You okay, love?" Ford asked, sitting by him.
"....." Bill chuckled and nodded, glancing to him. "Golden."
Ford snickered, shaking his head. "We're arranging with the kids' parents to possibly meet them at a beach for the winter holidays."
Bill grinned. "Melody and Soos going to fly out there with us?"
"Not sure yet. Hopefully tho. Excited to see their baby?"
"Of course." Bill snickers. "Me and Mabel-"
Ford exhaled. Bill and Stanley both have grown increasingly worse grammar to irritate him.
"Are going to make sure the kid comes out to be a third harbinger of chaos."
Ford laughed, shaking his head. "Speaking of trio's. Stanley's trying to convince us into getting matching tattoos next time we reach port."
"Yeah?" Bill snickered. "Of what?"
"So, the kids got him into this video game. And there's this thing called a Triforce...."