[ WP ] your wife is four months pregnant and your terminal illness will take you in less then two months . Write a letter to your unborn child .

Dear Peter, 
 
 It is much to my displeasure that I will not be there for your birth, or first day of school, or summer camping trip, or to bail you out of trouble, or help you try on tuxes for prom, or graduation, or watching you go off into adulthood. No, I will be long dead by then. 
 
 It is strange how your mother chose to name you after me; in a way, I feel as if I am writing this letter to myself. I had a miserable life growing up, there was so much I wanted, so much taken away from me, so much pain. My dear Peter, there is only one gift I can give you. 
 
 A chance of happiness. 
 
 It is not yet known whether you have inherited my disease, whether you will die young like me. Doctors say that it is likely, but they could be wrong. Either way I will not let you live in the fear of uncertainty like I have. You will be raised as a normal child, you will remained ignorant of what could come, you will never know the real me. If life only gives you twenty years of happiness, then that is better than a possible thirty constantly in pain and drugged up on pills. 
 
 Live the life I never had. 
 
 Sincerely Peter. 
 
....And with a flick of wrist, the letter landed into the burning flames of the fireplace.
