Quote:
From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: To: Taiwan
Ah ken at ye dornt want tae talk tae me. Ah cannae blame ye fur at. Thaur is nae excusin mah behavior. Ah was blooter'd an I didnae ken whit ye meant, but at doz nae mean at Ah hud th reit tae say whit Ah said tae ye. Ah apologize, althoogh Ah ken at an apology will ne'er be enaw.
Ah heard at ye ur gonnae be a mammy. Congratulations! Ah am canty fur ye! Ah hiner at ye an yer fowk will be very canty.
Aam a faither noo, Ah dornt ken if ye heard abit at yet. Me an Aine hae tois bairns, a lad an a lass.
If ye coods, can ye tell mah brither at Ah tore up th marriage registration form? Ah plan oan marryin' Aine, sae thaur is nae need fur me tae hae a weddin wi Cymru as weel. Ah git th feelin he was nae pure wantin to marry me. Ah woods tell heem myself, but Ah hae nae been able tae git ahold ay heem. Since ye dornt want me at yer place Ah cannae gang an see heem in person.
Weel, Ah hiner at ye ur weel an canty. Tak caur ay yerself and the wee bairn yoo're carryin.
From: Scootlund
Taiwan blinked at the letter she had recieved, before she tilted her head reading it over quietly. At first she had wanted to just throw it away upon seeing it was from Scotland, but she hesitated remembering the talk she had, had with Aine. She sighed softly as she started to read through the letter quietly, though it took her a while to decipher what it actually said. She couldn't help but smile a bit knowing she had missed having her scotish friend around. She bit her lip, before she smiled and sent a simple note back.
'Your Forgiven'