Literature
Sincerely, Jett.
Dear Mom,
I know it's still hard for both of us to accept, but I believe I've finally pinpointed just why I'm so evasive about coming back home, and why I'm so fearful of water... As we both know, I wasn't very old... Only about five. And, despite most Buizels knowing how to naturally swim, I didn't. So Dad took me out to the lake. You came with. It was only the three of us at the time... I remember one moment like it was yesterday...
I swam to Dad gleefully as he opened his arms. He smiled at me, laughing as I paddled along. This happened about five times until I finally got the hang of it. "Ah Jett! You really do make your father proud li