Lately I've been terrorized by thoughts of death - you dying, my parents dying, me dying and you with noone - Now I'm beginning to understand why mom never let me out of her sight for as long as she could. I can't die now, not without first giving you someone to belong to other than myself. Your grandparents aren't enough, because they're getting old. Your aunt and uncle are definitely (i never could spell that word) going to be there, but I want someone who will take it upon himself to be your person should I die.
I will update this once I find someone. Until then, your person after our family is Ninong Ton.
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