Inside, my mother had written a confession filled with regret. She admitted she had been overwhelmed, afraid, and unprepared for the responsibilities life placed on her. She wrote that sending me away was not a sign of lack of love, but a decision made from confusion and fear—one she wished she could undo.
She never reached out because she believed I would reject her. The letter didn’t erase the pain, but it offered a clarity I had been unknowingly searching for. When I finished reading, I folded the letter carefully, feeling a mixture of sadness and relief.Continue reading…
