To my child,

somebody is reading my letters.

Maybe I should start keeping secrets. But what secrets would a slave girl that barely managed to feel a bit of qi even have? It's not like I would run away.

The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

You're here.

If I have a coice I won't go anywhere or do anything that could ruin any hope of seeing you.

I don't understand why I can't keep you, at least while you are too young to remember. I don't have milk to give, but I can't help but worry whether your nursemaids cares for you as well as I wish I could. The old lady just shook her head when I asked if I could become your nursemaid.

I just don't understand.

Why?

In love,

your mother