Day 610

Dearest Hannah,

Day 31. It’s been 31 days since I’ve seen you or talked to you.

Today is Election Day. Yet, I sit here and think about you. Your daddy sent us some photos and a video of you in your costume on Halloween. So, we’ve at least seen photos of you. He didn’t reply when Granny told him we missed video chatting with you.

I swore that I would write to you every day, and I haven’t. I know, it’s awful. But, I sit down to write to you and just cry. It’s not fair, baby girl. It’s not fair that you are purposely being kept away from us just to punish us. Who does that? What kind of person? I dunno. I don’t have an adjective horrible enough to describe, I guess. One hasn’t been invented.

Looks like my candidate isn’t going to win without a miracle. But I’m not giving up hope. Just like I will never give up on you. Never. No matter what you’ve been told. No matter what anyone says. No matter what - I will never give up on you. I will never stop loving you. I waited my whole life to be your auntie and there is nothing more important to me than you. Nothing.

My heart is shattered into a zillion pieces and I don’t think that it will ever be complete again. I miss you more than you can possibly imagine.

Oh, PS: just so you know, I opened up a savings account for you today. This is so me and your Granny (and whoever else wants to contribute from our family) can save money for you. We’ve already realized that nothing we buy you is actually really good enough for you, and most of the time it ends up in the basement. Like, for example, we bought you a play kitchen - your mother bought you a sink that has running water so you would have a play kitchen. We bought you a motorized Ford truck second hand, that we asked for permission to get before we got it - your mother bought you a brand new kid car. So, we know now that no matter what we send you she won’t allow you to have. So, instead, we’ll put money in this account and give it to you to use when you’re older.