My dearest girl,
you are here by my side, sleeping quietly,
your small hands thrown above your head,
your fists tightly clenched.
You look so peaceful.
Who are you now, now that you're old enough to read this letter?
I know you will be clever like your father,
and I am sure you will be strong.
I can tell that already, even though you are still so small.
Has your father still got his head in a book?
I know the answer to that question.
I hope he is taking good care of you.
I trust absolutely that he will try his best to do so
but he lives in a world of his own.
I'm sorry I'm not there to brush the tangles from your hair,
and to pick you up when you fall.
I cannot express how heartbroken I am
that I will not be there with you on your journey,
my darling girl.
I am lying here, trying to think of
just one piece of advice that I can give to you,
one thought that you can turn to when you need me.
It is a brave new world which you will be exploring,
but I think, more than anything else, what I want to say to you is:
Don’t be afraid.
I am with you.
I am kissing your sleeping forehead.
I give you this kiss to keep forever,
My Miranda, my wonder
I love you. Your mother.
[Boy:] You lost something?
[Miranda:] No.