JennyJinya

Dear Death, my Daddy says I cannot write to you like I write to Father Christmas. Why? I am trying anyways, because I want to make a wish: Can you say „Hi“ to Grandpa, please? Mortal child, quite right thy father is, for I am not the one in red. He giveth, and I only take away. He grants wishes, I am the end of wishing all. Thus, no messenger am I, thy foolish wish I’ll never grant. Farewell, until I’ll take you at your end. Death, as darkness falls and I lie bound to this cold hospital bed I cannot help but recollect the letter I once sent. Considering your grim reply you're reaching for me soon. So I