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Hiya [REDATED],
It’s been a while since I’ve been home to the island! I really did enjoy it back there. Are you safe? Is [REDACTED] taking good care of you? I hope so, because with three kids and a bakery, there’s too much for you to do on your own! I know you said you’d miss me if I left, but I had to. I knew all I was going to do was keep causing trouble to the people around me. The island kept me bored, and me being bored is a dangerous thing. I’ve been doing a lot of martial arts training and junk. It helps me stay fit AND I can finally kick that Orca’s ass. Did you know he tried to eat me when I was leaving? Hah, sadly for him I had a backup plan. Row fast as fuck! I know it wasn’t a good one, but somehow I managed to outpace his Orca swimmy swams(plus I think his boyfriend was yelling at him to come in for dinner or something).
How have the kids and business been? I know I sorta picked a basic name for one of your triplets, and I apologize for that. I didn’t realize how important naming one of your kids would be. If I could go back and name ‘em...Kano, I’d like it. Kano is a name that sounds really cool. Like, who wouldn’t wanna hang out with someone named Kano!?! I sent over some foreign sweets with this postcard this time, so, eat up! They’re called Turkish delights? They’re cute little pink squares I’d think would go well with the rest of your bakery. I got the recipe attached too.
Moving here has its upsides too. Firstly, there’s no rude Orca constantly threatening the people around here. Secondly, I can prove to my fathers I can be independent! It’s been a rough road, but I finally got my own place! I have all the cool things too. I know when we last spoke it wasn’t the best. I was distant, you were busy, I was crying, you...haha, why talk about that now!?? I’m just getting ahead of myself is all.
Oh, and to answer your other postcard, er...yeah. [REDACTED] and I broke up. I wasn’t about to hurt her further by suggesting long distance. Especially with the firework thing that happened, I doubt her parents would even trust me taking her to your bakery. I did cry but only for like a few months. And on my entire journey here...ok, maybe the few months extended until a bit now...and as I’m writing this part.
--How’re my dads? Still ‘preaching the good word’ haha? I miss them too but I feel like my ego stops me from writing them. It’s like this overwhelming feeling of guilt if I even send an update letter to them. I can already hear them right now. Oh [REDACTED] our daughter’s finally getting her shit together. Didn’t well tell her since she turned 17 that she needs a future? That she can’t depend on us all the time? Ah, well yes, I just hope she takes up the teachings if she ever finds the light.
..... ok, I’ll be honest: I **FORGOT** how they act? Yeah, seriously, been like 3..4 years? I can’t remember anymore. I just know that my back is starting to hurt for no reason and I hate paying my own bills.
I miss you, [REDACTED]. Let your husband know I’m safe as well. And thank him for me for dealing with my shit back then.
Love, Raya