An Old Letter

Hassian,

How's the weather in the plains? Your mom told me there's a storm rolling in from the desert. I know how much you hate it when you get cooped up inside, but I promise when I get back I'll take you camping for a whole week! We'll roast dinner on an open fire and stare up at the stars, all three of us together. The woods are dark, and dank, and full of bugs. Blech! Some day I want to show it to you. Once it's safe. I miss you so much, my smart little baby, and I hope you aren't giving mom too much trouble while I'm gone. This hunt won't last much longer, I promise. Remember what I taught you, okay? When you get lonely, just look up at the night sky and remember that the stars are watching over you- and those same ones are watching over me too! I can't wait to see you again. Love, Momma