Will's Letter

I found this translation of William Herondale's letter to his parents and sister. Good thing it was translated or I think I'll cry. LMAO! 

Mother, Father and little sister 

Today I’m turning seventeen. I know that writing you means I am going against the law, so I will probably rip this letter when I am done writing it. Like how I did every birthday from seventeen, but I’ll write it anyways to outline the occasion – like someone that every year goes to see a tomb of a dearly beloved. Who knows if you remember today, seventeen years ago, that you have a child? Who knows if you think of me and imagine my life here at the institute in London? I doubt that you can imagine it. Here it’s all different from our house, surrounded by mountains with an immense blue sky and a green that you can lose your eyes in. Here everything is black and gray and brown and the sunsets are painted of blood and smoke. 

Who knows if you worry about the fact that I’m alone or how mother used to do when I am cold and go out under the rain without my hat? Here no one worries about these details. The risk of being killed from one moment to another is very high and the possibility of a cold has no relevance.

Who knows if you knew that I heard you the day you came looking for me, when I was twelve years old. I hid under the bed to keep away the sound of your voice yelling my name out loud, but I heard you. I heard mum because she was looking for her little one. I used to bit my hands until they bled but I didn’t come down. I asked myself often why you guys left me a Nephilim. I don’t know if you believe that they were cruel or cold but to tell you the truth, I didn’t find them like that. 

Charlotte in particular is very gentile with me, without knowing that I don’t merit her attentions. Henry is crazy like a horse, but he’s a really good person. Emma would have laughed a lot with him. There’s little good to say about Jessamine but she’s a none-threat. On the contrary there’s a lot of good to say about Jem. He is the brother that dad says I should have had. Blood of my blood - although we’re not even related. For all that I had to lose in my life, his friendship I have gained. 

By the way, there’s a new arrival at home. Her name is Tessa. Do you know when the clouds of the ocean gather on top of a mountain? There. That gray is the exact color of her eyes.

The last paragraph of his letter... I find it really sweet.

-F.M.W.