Dear Mom Letters Novels & Stories

My hands were already shaking and I was super tensed, I mean, I was not sure what was in the letter and I was only hoping it wasn't something bad. As I opened the letter, my hands were literally shaking and sweating, it was a long well written letter from my mom. I chose to sit on the couch where I'd comfortably read it from, I made sure the door was locked from the inside. DEAR SON, Hello my dear son? I know by the time you'll be reading this will be long gone, long gone to the land of the dead, but before anything else I want to you know that I love you from the bottom of my heart, you and your little sisters, whatever I did was to save you and to keep you safe.

she tore out a piece of paper and began a letter to her parents. "Dear Mom, Dear Dad. I've tried hard, i can't fight anymore, I've lost the fight in me. I'm sorry for the pain I know this will cause you both, I want you to know that I love you more than anything in the world. Thank you for being the best parents any child could ever ask for. I love you so much."

Especially the love. I've written you a letter for every year of your life. From your first birthday to your thirtieth. I wrote them in secret, in the dark hours when I couldn't sleep, when my love for you was the only thing that kept me going. Read them, when you're ready. They're my gift to you. My apology. My love letter, from beyond the grave. Forever yours, Mom Tears streamed down my face, falling onto the aged paper. Thirty letters. Thirty years of love, preserved, waiting.

He recognized his mother's handwriting, but the writing on the paper was sloppy. "Dear, Luke, my dear son. Mommy is sorry because Mommy only left this letter for you. One thing you must always remember and believe, that Mommy loves you more than anything in this world. Do not be sad and you must always be a strong and great child. Your father will take good care of you and raise you, obey him and make him proud. Mommy had to leave because the tumor that Mommy was carrying was getting worse and Mommy's life might not be long. Mommy doesn't want to make you suffer because you sees Mommy sick, so it's better for you to let Mommy go. I am very proud of you and love you very much.

He said, handing a letter over to me. “Shit," I cursed under my breath; I forgot today was the weekend when Nikky, Ricky, and Dikky send their letter. “Thank You," I said, snatching the letter from his hand and shutting my door, not wanting to hear anything from him. I ripped the letter open to read my children's letter, and a smile crept to the corners of my lips. It read; “Mum I miss you, heal Burke's father and come home soon,"

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Moreso,I felt my mother's spirit was in the living room staring back at me too. I pulled out the white sheet of paper I had written the speech on and held it in front of me. It a wasn't speech,it was a letter. Maybe it was just a bunch of words out together. Whatever,it was it was the best my brain could comprehend through my sadness. But I like to think of it as letter, a letter of all the times I had thought about her since she left. I swallowed the big lump of pain in my throat and began to read. "To my dearest mum,

“They were love letters, all addressed to one particular name—William Crawford.” My heart skips a beat. The glass in my hand trembling slightly. “Oh my god,” I gasp, the weight of the revelation sinking in. Jake’s eyes flicker with a sadness I hadn’t seen before. His voice softening as he continues. “The letters... were from my mom, pouring her heart out to him. Telling him how much she loved him, how the years they spent together meant everything to her.”

I wrote: "Dear Oliver, I don’t know if you can hear me from where you are, but I need you to know that I loved you from the moment I knew you existed. I dreamed of your laugh, your first steps, your first words. I wanted so much for you. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I'm sorry I was so selfish not to take care of myself, knowing fully well your life was dependent on my wellness.I’m sorry your time here was so short. But you were real. You were wanted and I'll never forgive myself for what I had done to you… And I will carry you with me, always. Love, Mom" When I finished, I pressed my palm to the page and closed my eyes. It wasn’t enough, but it was all I had to give.

But I have to protect my daughter. I need a few more things to work on the plan. If possible send me the heirloom as soon as possible. Also, I don't trust this mailing process anymore. Let's find a different way to communicate in the future. I want to say more, but I'm afraid of this letter getting into the wrong hands on the way. I miss you and I miss home. Lovingly Yours, Aroosa' The page was, in fact, a letter from my Mom to hers. It had added a little more color to my mother's portrait but it had also raised so many questions. Questions that I hoped to be answered in the rest of the coded pages from Mom's box.