[EVENT] MAIL DAY

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Who: Denmark yndigt_land, England prud_englaland, Hong Kong chinese_pearl, Hungary regnummaria, Seychelles bellesesel, Spain el_desheredado, and Sweden svensktiger.
What: It's mail day!
Where: The nurses station on the first floor.
When: Mid-day, 9 April 1946.
Notes: Just comment under your character's thread and they'll be given a letter and/or package from their family. What your character does after that is completely up to

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HUNGARY

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Lisa smiled broadly as she beckoned the Hungarian woman over. "Elizabeth, I think this is for you," she said, practically beaming. The envelope was large and brown and covered in the doodles of children. "I think your children sent this to you."

HUNGARY

[regnummaria]

Hungary stepped up and tentatively took the package from Lisa, fingering the brown paper for a moment as her eyes lingered over those scribbles and drawings.
First, she was crazy. Second, she had a dead husband. Now...now third, third she had children.

It was so hard to even imagine that these poor dears believed her to be their mother, things were so much easier...when she had no one to worry about missing this dead woman the doctors claimed she was.
Sighing, she opened the envelope to see what was within...planning very much to reseal it and place it in a drawer she had been keeping all this womans things. When she got out she would return them to her family, where they belonged.

HUNGARY

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The contents of the envelope are as follows:

Five drawings from her daughter of various things, their house, their family, and other things children draw for their parents.
A letter from her son.

HUNGARY

[regnummaria]

Hungary looked through the drawings, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she saw how carefully the little girl had tried to keep her lines straight and her circles as perfect as she could. Smudges from where her little arms had rested too long on over the paper made Hungary's breath seize as she tried to swallow.

These were not like photographs, these were real things that this child had touched...had made and the evidence of her existence was encoded into the soft wax of the color.
Taking the letter and moving it to the top of the pile she read the simple scrawl of what must have been a boy young enough to attend school.

HUNGARY

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The letter reads as such:

Dear Mom,

Grandma says you don't remember me and Niko, but I don't believe her. I know something's wrong, but you can't forget me and Niko, can you? If you have, then these pictures Niko drew for you will help you remember. Grandma says she sent you pictures, too. Do they help you remember?

Being sick is no fun. I don't like being sick. When me or Niko is sick, you always help make us better because you're Mom, but when Mom is sick, do only doctors make you feel better? Grandma's your mom, but she's here and you're there.

Are the doctors nice? They always stick you and poke you, so I bet they aren't very nice. They should make you feel better. Me and Niko and everyone want you to be better.

I love you Mom,

Vili