I sat down, my hands trembling as I opened the first letter.
“To my beautiful child,” it read,
“I think of you every day. Please know I loved you enough to let you go.”
Every letter carried the weight of a year. Of missed birthdays. Of hidden hope. Of love too deep for words but too risky for reality.
Daniel’s voice broke the silence again.
“She’s in the hospital,” he said. “She wanted you to have these. She’s been asking for you.”
The Visit That Changed My Life
I wasn’t ready.
But I went anyway.
Hospitals always smell like antiseptic and heartache. As I walked down that hallway, I didn’t know what to expect. A hug? An apology? Nothing at all?
But when I opened the door, she was there.
Pale. Fragile. But smiling.
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