To my child,

silence is strange. There was so much going on, so much work to do and so many arguments ever since I came here that I never had the time to think, but now I suddenly have so much time to myself my thoughts wander.

I miss my parents, and big brother, and my little brothers. I have 5 brothers! Maybe you'll meet them someday. My youngest brother is a year older than you are, you probably could have been great friends if the famine hadn't come. You wouldn't have been a great landowner's child then though, just a village child. I probably wouldn't have gotten married until I was at least 18 then though, so maybe not.

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I miss my brothers.

My big brother always tries to make figurines of pretty girls from clay, but they turn out ugly and misshapen every time. My second brother wants to be a wheeler. I wonder if father found him an apprenticeship yet. The twins are brats. They stole my new year's penny last year. I don't know much about the baby yet, but I kind of miss how he grabbed my hair whenever he could reach it.

Are you doing the same to her? You're not even two weeks old so probably not yet.

In love,

your mother