My dearest,
I know this will surprise you. Please don’t think I forgot you — I could never. You were my comfort through every ache, every sleepless night. You gave me what no one else could — love without condition.
This cottage was my refuge, my peace. It’s where I came to write, to breathe, to remember who I was before the world became loud. Now it’s yours. I hope you’ll fill it with laughter, with warmth, with life.
Before you leave, go into the garden. There’s one more gift waiting for you.
With all my love,
Mom.
I pressed the letter to my chest, tears sliding down my cheeks. For the first time since her death, I felt her presence — calm, kind, and near.
The Garden Beneath the Oak
Outside, the air was cool and fragrant. The garden stretched behind the cottage, wild but beautiful — a mix of roses, lavender, and daisies swaying gently in the breeze.
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