I can’t talk to her. I can’t see her. I can’t even send her a birthday gift. Why? Because of a restraining order that was built out of deceit and lies. A legal wall that should have never been put between a mother and her children.
It’s gut-wrenching to know I’m missing this milestone—twelve years old. I should be there for the smiles, the cake, the hugs. Instead, I’m left with silence. And I hate it. I hate this system. I hate the injustice. I hate missing moments that I’ll never get back.
But even through this pain, my love doesn’t stop. Kaylee, if you could somehow read these words, know your mama loves you with everything she has. Always has, always will.
To every parent out there who has had a child unjustly ripped away—my heart is with you. This pain is unbearable, but we keep going. We keep fighting. Because love doesn’t quit.
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