My dearest Shosh and Jaialai:
I had a nightmare about Shosh, and it woke me up pre-dawn. We were at a family gathering. Uncle and others were there. Many were out on the field playing some game. You were underdressed, and got wet during play. Then, when I came over to you, you said they wanted you to join Uncle for a beer.
You appeared lost. You knew it was wrong to drink beer while underage. Also, it would be unwise to drink cold beverage when you are already wet and cold.
I know you boys must feel lost at times. [insert link about dad and how moms brainwash in divorces. I curse those who conspired to take you away from me.] It cannot be easy without me there. I know I sometimes feels lost without my dad’s comforting presence and wisdom. (He passed away when I was 7 years old.)
But, trust yourself, Shosh. Trust your instinct. Trust in what I taught you as right and wrong. Those are not just my teachings, but teachings handed down through the generations.
All my love, always,