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Mom,

Your name was Pheonix. When I was born, you were firing some bowls and plates. You picked me up and told me that you had accomplished this all by yourself- your mother, an Eve, was useless. I immediately wanted to make you smile. I saw that you had laid the foundation of a farm, so I told you in my broken baby voice that I could farm for you. We took a brief walk together to find some quick berries to eat, and then I set to work planning the best farm for you. I wanted it to be aesthetically beautiful as well as productive. I set up a brief walk away from your kiln and got to work.

Last I saw you, you had just given birth to my baby brother. You put him down and ran to find some food for yourself. I didn't think anything of it. I was so focused on getting your farm started. I should've offered to help. I should've fed him berries so you could take care of himself.

I saw his bones later, in front of the kiln where you left him. I figured it was just another useless child, but I didn't beat myself up over it because it was a boy like me. We needed girls to survive, not just sons. I went back to my farm. But after a while, I was concerned because I hadn't seen you in a while. I started to panic. Where were you? Did you die in the wilderness? I had visions of you being torn apart by a wild boar, or eaten by a terrifying bear. I dropped my water bowl and began to search for you. I didn't have to look far. You died a few steps away from our new base, mere steps away from some food.

Everything that you'd worked so hard for was for naught. I was just a boy. I couldn't keep our family going. When I died, this place would be forgotten. So what was the point? I sat down next to you, and as I slowly wasted away, I imagined the fun times we could've had together.

Love you, Mom. And I'm sorry.

-Ricardo