[ WP ] Within a year of birth every parent receives a small gift or note from their 18yo child via time travel . You do n't .

The notes came in: `` I made it, Dad.'' `` You were right about Yale, Mom - the cherry blossoms in D.C. are beautiful.'' One line, eighteen years from the future, meant to give parents the slightest glimmer of hope that our children would survive. Stan showed me his. `` ____ beat _____.'' The FIRM had blacked out all predictive statements. Rachel's kid sent back a piece of white horsehide with red stitching with the printed letters `` Ra'' and half a w. Damn yanks still had a stadium. A pity. 
 
 I sat looking at Star. She was beautiful, wrapped tightly in a spare baby blue blanket meant for her brother - her womb-mate. This little surprise looked back at me with big beautiful eyes, blue as the sapphire stone her mother wore around her neck. Tomorrow would be her birthday, and Joyce had n't said a word.. Brice had already sent something back - a wooden maple chip, buffed on one side. No writing, no words, but I knew exactly where it came from. Go Sox. 
 
 The next day came and went. The FIRM delivered nothing. Seventeen years max - that's it. I whispered a silent prayer. The vote had barely passed by referendum. At least this way we'd know how long she'd last. 
 
 This magic bundle of joy that stowed away nine months in her mother's womb... I wonder if she would out last me. Seventeen more years, baby girl, that's all we've got - and I'm gon na get you through every one of them. Seventeen seasons at Fenway. Seventeen October nights. One sweet-sixteen. That's all we've got, baby girl, and I'm gon na get you through it.
