Eliza's POV
I took the letters that mom gave me and started reading it.
First i opened a letter with a white wax seal.
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My Dearest Daughter,
I don't know how to begin this letter. I have written these words in my head a thousand times, for a thousand nights… always dreaming of you, always aching for the impossible.
They told me you died. They placed you in my arms for a moment—just a moment—and then said you were gone. They didn't let me hold you long enough. They didn't let me ask questions. I screamed, I cried, I begged. And then… silence. They buried you in silence, and I buried my heart with you.
But you weren't gone, were you?
Somehow, you lived. Somewhere out there, you grew up. You had a first step, a first word, birthdays I never got to bake cakes for, tears I never got to wipe away, dreams I never got to hear. I don't even know what your voice sounds like.
I feel like I'm writing to a ghost and a stranger at the same time. But you are neither. You are my daughter. You are the part of me that never stopped aching, never stopped wondering.
I don't know who raised you, what kind of life you had, or what you've been told about me. Maybe you were loved. I hope so. More than anything, I hope you were safe and cherished. But I want you to know this, from the depths of a mother's soul:
I never stopped loving you. I never stopped grieving. I never stopped hoping that one day I would find you again.
If you're reading this… if some part of you feels like this letter belongs to you… then please, let me in. Even if it's just a little. I want to know you, hear your story, and—if you'll let me—love you not just as a memory, but as the living, breathing miracle you truly are.
With all the love I've carried for you every single day,
Mom
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Tears streamed down my face. I took deep breaths and wiped my tears.
I heard a knock on my door. I opened it. I saw no one. Suddenly Claire jumped infront of me. I laughed at him. "What are you doing?"i asked while laughing."I am staying here" he said.
"I know"
"How do you know?"
"She probably won't let you go"
"Good night " he said then waved at me. "Good night" i said and waved back at him. He stopped and ran towards me then suddenly kissed my cheek. He tried to ran away but i grabbed his hand. I smiled at him with a tease. "Where are you going huh?"I asked him.He laughed awkwardly."Stay here" i said and went inside my room then took my diary. I approached him again and held it out. He looked at it then at me. I forced a smile so he took it. I stopped smiling. "Bye" i said. His eyes widened "huh?".
I smirked at him and closed my door.
I opened another letter with a pink seal.
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My Sweet Girl,
There is so much I wanted to do for you. So much I dreamed of giving you. And not just toys or gifts—but a life, a love, a home.
From the moment I knew you were growing inside me, I began to imagine our life together. I wanted to be the one who held your tiny fingers when you took your first steps. I wanted to brush your hair in the mornings and kiss your forehead goodnight. I wanted to be there for every scraped knee, every birthday candle, every nightmare, every laugh.
I wanted to teach you how to tie your shoes, how to braid your hair, how to be strong but gentle. I wanted to protect you from the things I had to face too young. I wanted you to know you were never alone. That even when the world felt cruel or confusing, there would be one place you could always come back to: my arms.
I wanted to be the one to hear your secrets, your silly stories, your teenage heartbreaks. I wanted to sit beside you during your darkest moments and remind you that you are never too broken to be loved.
Instead, I was left with silence. With an ache that never healed. With empty arms and a thousand "what ifs."
I wonder now if someone else braided your hair. If someone else taught you how to ride a bike or comforted you when you were sick. I hope, with all my heart, that someone did. That you were cared for, even if it wasn't by me.
But oh, my girl… I wanted it to be me.
Even now, if you ever let me in—even a little—I want to be there for you. Maybe not as the mother I couldn't be back then, but as the one who never stopped wanting to.
My love for you isn't measured in years or memories. It's written into every breath I've taken since the day I thought I lost you. And it will remain, always, whether you need me or not.
With all the care I never got to give,
Mom
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I took a deep breath again and stopped reading for a moment.
There is still 3 letters. I don't know if i am strong enough to read them too. I even smiled at some of her words.
Another one was with a blue pink seal.
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My Darling Girl,
There's something I've always wanted to tell you—something that lived in the quiet corners of my heart every time I imagined you growing up:
I wanted to go everywhere with you.
Not just physically, but in spirit, in soul. I wanted to be there—beside you—as you discovered the world. I dreamed of holding your tiny hand as you crossed your first street… sitting beside you on long car rides, your head on my shoulder as the world rolled by through the windows.
I imagined our first trip to the sea. I'd watch you chase waves with your laughter spilling out like sunlight. I wanted to take you to the markets, the mountains, the quiet countryside… to show you the world through my eyes, and then see it all anew through yours.
I wanted to be there on your first day of school, nervous and brave all at once. I wanted to walk you through unfamiliar hallways, then wait outside, just in case you turned around.
I wanted to be there when you moved out, when you traveled, when you chased dreams I never even imagined. I wanted to help you pack, make sure you didn't forget your favorite sweater, and kiss you goodbye while pretending I wasn't crying.
Wherever you went, I wanted to follow—not to hold you back, but to lift you forward. To be the home you could return to, no matter how far you wandered. I would've carried your bags. I would've walked with you through every storm. I would've sat quietly in the back row at every show, every graduation, every moment you stepped into the light.
But life didn't give us that journey.
Still, even now… I'm with you. Maybe not beside you the way I once dreamed, but with you in every invisible way. And if there's ever a day you look over your shoulder and wonder if someone is there, I promise, it's me.
Wherever you go next… if you'll let me… I'd still love to come with you.
With all the love that travels across every distance,
Mom
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I opened another letter with a yellow seal and read it after taking few breaths.
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My Precious Girl,
If there's one thing I wanted more than anything, it was to protect you.
Not just from scraped knees or childhood fears, but from the chaos of this world—the kind that steals innocence, breaks trust, and leaves people feeling lost in their own skin.
I wanted to build a shield around you made of lullabies and late-night whispers, soft blankets and unshakable love. I wanted to be your safe place. The one you could run to when everything else felt too loud, too sharp, too cruel.
I know the world can be hard. I've felt its coldness, its betrayals, its heavy silences. And when I knew you were growing inside me, I promised myself that I would never let it touch you. I would be the wall between you and the storm.
I wanted to protect your heart—from people who wouldn't understand it, from wounds you didn't deserve, from nights that felt too long. I wanted to fight your battles for you, wipe away every tear before it ever had the chance to fall. I know that's not how life works. I know we all have to face our own shadows. But still… I wished I could've carried yours for you.
When they told me you were gone, I didn't just lose a child. I lost the purpose I had in protecting you. I lost the chance to be your armor in a world that sometimes forgets how to be kind.
But even now… if you're out there, if you ever feel alone or overwhelmed, I want you to know something that has never changed:
You still have me.
Not the way I planned. Not the way I dreamed.
But my heart still stands between you and the storm, if you'll let it.
And even if I can't stop the chaos, I will always, always love you through it.
Forever your protector,
Mom
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