Dear Daddy,
I haven't heard from you in months. I hope everything is alright. This mission of yours must be really important. With luck you'll be home soon.
Not much has changed here since my last message. I'm still at that same desk working for the same officers, though I have to admit your office has been occupied by someone else now. He's a young Commander. His name escapes me at the moment, but so far he seems decent enough, though no where near the officer that you are, Daddy.
I enrolled in a culinary evening class so I didn't have to eat out every night. I have to say, I'm getting pretty good. I even cracked an egg without making a mess! As soon as you get home I'll make you a full dinner spread. You'll love it, I promise. The only downside to the class is my fellow lady classmates. They are under the impression that I'm going to grow old and die an old maid. In the past two months they have tried setting me up with several "eligible" bachelors from all over the city, all of which failed to impress. I have another outing tomorrow night. According to my one friend, Marcia, he's a Nubian socialite. This one's a double date. Apparently Marcia thinks I cannot fetch a man without help, so she and her bo are tagging along. Laughable, isn't it? Luckily the class ends in three weeks, so I won't have to endure this nonsense much longer.
Aria returns from duty next weekend, so she promised to help me improve on my blaster training. I know you'll be pleased. I haven't really been practicing much in her absence. No one seems to want to help when they see how bad I am. I think they're afraid I'll shoot them or something. I promise though, one day my weapons skills will be as good as yours. I'm trying, I really am. One day, you'll see...
Be safe out there, Daddy. Every night I'm praying to the maker for your safe return. I miss you so much, and I hope to hear from you soon!
Love,
Becky
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