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Untitled Note 01/01

dear father,

there were fireworks today, and they were really pretty. i think you would have liked them, so i took a few pictures for when i get to see you again.

i have so much to tell you when we meet again and i will write some of it down now so that i won't forget.

new york is very different from our kingdom and i would love to show you around. not my apartment though; it is no way fit for people of our calibre, but i have been putting up with it for the past six months. hopefully, the next time when we meet, i will be living in a mansion or penthouse that has way too much space for the both of us.

or the best case scenario would be for me to return to the kingdom where i can continue to provide for you, and we can both live the lives we deserve. unfortunately, i haven't been able to find a way to do so yet, but i am trying. i think i will try to ask the other fables for information, but they are just so different and we are clearly not meant to exist in the same world.

i have so many things i want to say, but no one to tell them to. forming connections now is much harder than when i was the princess, and i'm not sure if i should try. most people aren't worth my time, and when i return to our kingdom, there will be no point in such relations. so, i will save all the things i have to say for when we reunite.

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chaewon closes the notes app and sets her phone down beside her on the bed. for a while, she stares at the ceiling of her apartment.

she swears that she will get out of there, soon.



— for the new year's resolution mini-event.

dear journal,
another long day had gone by and i am exhausted. brother kim insisted i perform tomorrow as well, but i think i'll pass. there's not much he can make me do anyways since he needs me more than i ever need him. plus i've got bigger things to worry about currently rather than throw tea parties for self-absorbed rich brats born with golden spoons in their mouths.

today my brother had left a note that our father is sick and in need of surgery. apparently it could get terminal if he doesn't go through with it and i am more than happy to help pitch in for the expensive surgery. but father is stubborn, he doesn't want anything to do with the money i make from performing auctions. he says my money is "garbage" and no amount of numbers it is could ever change the fact that he is in fact, disgusted with my way of living. i've had enough of his scoldings and went ahead and pay for his entire surgery fee. i rather see my old man alive and ing, rather then dead and gone. call me a bastard son, but i never forget the hand that had fed me when i was little. maybe with time he'll come to appreciate the little things. although my siblings says it is just wishful thinking on my behalf i've got hope.

yours truly,
hatter

[at the top of the page is a scribble of a date, reads something along the lines of "october" but there is no day or year]

エゴノキ / 野茉莉
egonoki is a species of flowering plant native to japan, southern china, and korea. it can grow to about an 8m tall deciduous tree with oval upward facing leaves that will occasionally turn yellow and orange in the fall. in the summer, clumps of white bell-shaped flowers will hang from the tree which will turn into little fruits that the birds like to eat. grandmother told me that the tree was used for healing sore throats and coughs. when i was sick as a baby, she would take the dried flowers and leaves and put them in tea for me to drink. it was always quite bitter, but it helped in relieving the pain. i miss seeing the egonoki tree around, almost as much as i miss the bamboo on the property. there are plenty plants i had learned about that were both in the property and in the town that i wish to write down to recall my memory of them. the trees here are all the same.

dear journal,
brother kim had promised me that there’d be a “wonderland” room built for me soon underground in one of his fancy hotels. life has been great and i hadn’t spoken to father much. last time we spoken he pronounced that i was the disgrace of the family and immediately disowned me for purely chasing a dream of my own. twenty years had gone by and my life in fable town has got to be one of the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. sure, i still continue to make hats on the side as a hobby, what used to be the only sole reason for my existence was now just a minor detailed in my life. making hats whenever i am free to helps me remember from where i am from and who i truly am as a man. i can run my life with the rebels all i want—at the end of the day i would always come back to being a son of the hatter family. shame on me for never even trying to reach out to my family in nearly two decades. guess things aren’t really what they used to be i supposed.

yours truly,
hatter