Dear Mom,
I understand you might be a little frustrated. When I broke your violin-playing-music-figurine from your childhood I was just trying to play with it gently. Honest. It's strange how it's been in storage all these years and so soon after you brought it out I broke it. Weird. It sure was neat watching it twirl around like that to that pretty song. Incidentally, my ability to climb up on things is coming along nicely, wouldn't you say? I know you love me so much and this is just one of those moments we will laugh about hysterically when I am in my twenties. I promise. Until then, hang in there mom, only sixteen more years before I leave for my mission.
Love,
Parker
