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Dear Grandchild I’m afraid that I’m soon going to kick the bucket without really had the chance to know you. It hasn’t always been easy to visit you, your mother and my son – in – law in Washington since my old body hasn’t been what it used to be. Thank God, you’re not going through cancer or any other disease as me. I hope you one day will bear with me. Today you’re five years old and by the time you read this, you will be old enough to understand a completely different world than the one you now live in.

I’ll never forget the day 20 years ago in 2045, when your mom came proud up to me and said she’d fallen in love with an American man. My first impression was of course joy, but I knew the condition of being with a foreign man. The conditions that would prevent me to see my daughter, grandchildren and son – in – law, if she moved to America. But I saw how your father always could put a smile on your mothers face.

Your mom has always been an adventurous girl. I remember how she even in a young age couldn’t get enough of experience and before she had turned eighteen she had more life experience then one on thirty. So it wouldn’t took by surprise if she moved to America and before I hardly had seen around, she was on her way to Washington with your father. She wasn’t a little girl who needed her mother’s advice anymore, but a mature woman who took her own decisions. And I wouldn’t for all in the world prevent her to do that. I knew she be doing fine in Washington with your father.

I remember the impression of her old friends here back in Denmark, when she moved. Even though it was in 2045, and many people be time moved to different countries it still came as a shock. We all knew that Denmark wasn’t big enough for her, and we hoped she stayed even though we knew she wouldn’t. Though I didn’t like the thought of her staying in America, I still felt that it was the right think for her. I don’t want to sound like a bad mother who just let her child move, but I loved her too much to don’t.

My dear grandchild what I’m trying to say in this letter is that life is full of chances, never doubt, just take them. Sometimes it ends badly other times well. Your mother took a chance, one who turned her life up and down on. I’m proud of her. And I’m disappointed that I never had the spirit to take chances as her. You only have on life.
I happy you’re from 2065 and not 1996. You’re not going through cancer or any other disease as me.

Tak!