Dear Jennie,
Growing up with you before I had cancer, I had always envisioned a mini version of us running and laughing around. I had always envisioned our beautiful baby to have chestnut brown hair, my ample cheeks, your abysmal sparkling yes, and my plump lips; resembling a cherub (not that I'd love our child any less if it weren't, of course).
But that was all in the past.
After I was told my death date, I knew it would be too late.
I'm tearing up right now, seeing you cradle your beautiful baby in your arms with your husband. You two look so happy.
You made it, love.
I am so proud of you.
I love how your baby has sparkling eyes. Your baby looks so beautiful, it reminds me of you.
Raise your family well, okay?
Love,
Your angel.
YOU ARE READING
𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐘. | jenmin ✓
Fanfiction❝ THE ONES WE LOVE NEVER TRULY LEAVE US.❞ there are some things that even death itself cannot touch. a series of letters park jimin soulfully wrote for his love before his passing. when spring comes & flowers bloom, will you visit me?
