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Somewhere near Cunecticut, in a shitty hotel room.
Dear Mum,
Happy Mother's Day! I’m not sure its me who suppose to write to you. You got to spend more time with Dean, and so it shuld be him, not me. But he pretends, that every emotional moment is a chick-filck, and even tho, I know he miss you very much he would never write. And I think, you deserve this much…
4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.
Dear Mum,
Happy Mother's Day! Today was Mother's Day at school, and Aunt Petunia still talks about how wonderful Dudley was. I kept my mouth shut, and didn't mention that Dudley only recited a quarter of the poem, but whatever. I keep wondering how time passes where you are. Will you remember me when we get to meet?
Dad's sad today. He drinks more, than he should, but Dean never argues, just pours more for him. If you ask me, a simple hug would do more good for him, but nobody asks my opinion around here. What do you think?
I want to know what your hugs are like. Dean's hugs are the best in the universe, and Dad always says that Dean is just like you, so they must be good. Dean is much gentler than you might expect, and his right hand always lands on the back of your head.
Dad is like a huge bear, but if you look beyond his size, he's really not scary. His hugs are always tight and warm, even if they are rare. Were they like that when you were around?
Is Dad where you are? I don’t want you to be alone. I’m often alone, to be honest. I try to talk to you in those times. Does that makes me crazy? Aunt Petunia often tells me that I’m a freak, but I don’t know why. I don’t feel weird. Do you hear me, when I’m talking to you? I hope so, even if you can’t say.
I miss you, Mum. How can I miss somebody I don’t even remember?
I miss you, Mum. How can I miss somebody I don’t even remember?
I guess, I just have to hold on, till we meet again.
Don’t forget about me,
- Sammy
I guess, I just have to hold on, till we meet again.
Wait for me, please?
- Harry