I took in the nine daughters that my first love left behind, believing I was giving them a future. I never expected they were the ones holding onto a past that would change everything I thought I knew.
My other daughter, Tina, reached into her bag and pulled out a bundle of old envelopes, tied together.
“We found these in our old house years ago. They’re letters. Mom wrote them about you.”
I stared at them.
“She never sent them,” Mia explained. “We didn’t understand why at first… but when we got older, we read them. We thought they’d help us know her better.”
“Mom wrote them about you.”
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I swallowed hard. “And what did they say?”
Mia didn’t hesitate. “That you were the love of her life.”
All those years thinking she’d moved on. All those unanswered questions.
And finally this.
“There’s one we didn’t read,” my daughter said. She stepped forward and handed me a single envelope.
It was sealed. Untouched.
