I read every word as if it were air I had been gasping for my entire adult life.
Her tone was warm, direct, and loving. She explained that she didn’t leave me. That she’d had what she called a “spell” after that last visit — dizziness and confusion.
A neighbor saw her wandering the road and called 911, leading her grandson, Alan, to come and take her.
She wrote, “I didn’t want to go.
But I couldn’t find the words to fight. And I didn’t know your last name or how to contact you. Everything moved too fast.”
She said she had tried to return to the house, but her family wouldn’t allow it.
She asked them to send letters, but no one ever did.
“They said I was just confused and had imagined you. But you were real. And I never stopped holding on to that.”
My chest felt crushed.
I had spent years thinking I’d been abandoned! But she had remembered everything. She’d fought for me.
And nobody listened!
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