My Sweet Kaylee,
Tomorrow you turn 12 years old. Twelve. My baby is stepping into another year of life, and I can’t even begin to say how proud I am of you. You’re growing, learning, and becoming the beautiful young woman I always knew you would be.
But Kaylee… it hurts. It hurts so bad that I can’t be there. I can’t hug you, laugh with you, or even hear your voice. I can’t bring you a gift or watch you blow out your candles. And it’s not because I don’t want to—it’s because of lies, deceit, and an unfair system that has wrongfully kept me away from you and your sister.
Still, no paper, no distance, no silence can ever erase the love I have for you. You are my heart, my sunshine, my reason for fighting every single day.
So when you close your eyes tomorrow to make your birthday wish, know that your mama is right here, wishing alongside you—that you feel my love in your heart, even if you can’t see me.
Happy Birthday, Kaylee. I love you forever and always.
Love,
Mommy
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