Destination Nirvana

Mia,

Sweetie, how is it over there? On the seaside with your mother?

Is it everything you dreamed of? The smell of the sea salt, mixed with the echoes of the birds calling out?

The sun must be beautiful reflecting on the surface of the water.

Much, much more beautiful than here on Earth.

I imagine that your mother scolds you for getting the bottom of your pants wet by the waves ashore.

Or for getting sand in your clothes when you try to sculpt castles.

I bet you're happy though, being with your mother instead of being stuck here.

You would sulk every time you thought of her. I know you missed her terribly so.

...

I'm sorry, Mia, I truly am.

I'm sorry that I couldn't keep my promise with you.

I'm sorry that I have waited this long.

But don't worry, honey, I'll follow you to the ocean.

Then we can all be together at last.

August.