Dear Father and Mother, Messages have ceased; life at Celestial Spring Station grows harder. Letters drift li…
Dear Father and Mother,
Messages have ceased; life at Celestial Spring Station grows harder. Letters drift like clouds—so much longing may never reach you. My heart is heavy, unsure of the road ahead, yet thoughts of home stay with me always.
I pray for the day I may kneel before you again and share our joys. If fate denies this, I shall still serve with a loyal heart, unbroken.
All the best
Your son