It's Christmas [1]

(Malory)

“Dearest Beth,” I sigh, “I pray you are well on your way to a full recovery. A fourth child is certainly a blessing which I am most delighted to celebrate with you. Life has turned out just the way you wanted it to, hasn’t it?

“Still, I regret to inform you that even after five long years, my mind has not changed. Our disagreement on matters of duty and freedom remain the same. It is still my wish –and I suppose it always will be- to have freedom as limitless as that graced to the birds of the sky.

“Speak of me highly to the children, I beg you. Tell them of the daring lass who never gave up believing that one day she would achieve boundless freedom. You may call me a ‘wise fool’ –yes, as contradictive as that title might be- for fighting against all odds for a freedom and truth that is reckless and uncertain. Tell them of Haymridge and Lucy –the beast and the beauty, our favourite story on nights when you stayed over.