My beloved Miss Reika,
Perhaps there is something special about family bound by ties of blood after all.
I could not love the parents who have raised me until now any more than I do. But at the same time, somewhere deep in my heart I at times find myself suddenly wondering how my real parents feel towards me now.
It is a fact that, due to a variety of reasons, they were unable to keep me, and I do not blame them for what they did. I originally came here in order to learn about the traditions of the family I was born to, as mentioned to me by my adoptive parents, so as to find out whatever I could about those reasons. Now, I simply silently wish to know more of the thoughts and feelings of the woman I see in my dreams who appears to be my mother.
It may be fair to say that this is no more than wishful interpretation on my part, but to me it feels as if she earnestly desires to be reunited with me. At times it frustrates me that, this being within a dream, I am unable to speak with her.
Sometimes, being parted from someone one knows they will never see again can be as painful as if that person had died. For this reason, perhaps grieving that separation and in some form burying our feelings that are left with nowhere to go is a very important process.
Ever since that woman dressed as a priestess began appearing in my dreams, the nature of my feelings has begun to change somehow. Perhaps she might even be acting as some sort of intermediary.
Though we may currently be leading separate lives, it brings me some small measure of comfort to believe that one day in the future we will be reunited once more.
I will return to the village before long. Please wait for me there.
Kaname