To Open When You Need a Little Home

Ainsley, If you opened this, I suppose you’re missing me. Or missing home, at the very least. Home is good. Calm. I hope you found some calm too. Hope you’re safe. Not certain where you are right now. Never did care for those Portals or bother to understand how those Realms worked. But you did. My magickal prodigy. How a simple fisherman like me raised a gifted child like you, I’ll never know. But I’m proud of you. If I’m honest, I’m not certain what to write you. You were always better with words. I just knew how to keep you fed and read you bedtime stories. Maybe that’s why you left. I fed you adventure too young. But that’s a selfish thought, isn’t it? You should be out there learning. Exploring. You were born for it. I’m happy you’re following your dreams. Anyway, I hope you’re doing well. Miss you. Think of you every time I cast a line. Still got that rod? Cast it and think of me too. Love, Your Father