Dear Mom Letters Novels & Stories

The morning sun bathed Emilia’s chambers in golden light, its warmth a small comfort as she sat at the edge of her writing desk. Betty had just handed her a sealed envelope, the familiar crest of her family pressed into the wax. Her breath hitched as she broke the seal, unfolding the parchment with care. Her mother’s elegant handwriting filled the page, each word carrying the weight of the distance between them. My Dearest Emilia, I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits. The palace feels emptier without your presence, though your father would never admit it. I miss the sound of your laughter echoing through these halls, and more than anything, I miss you.

"Sorry, but these just came and I knew Arya would want them right away!" I opened them and recognized Giovanni's handwriting immediately. "More love letters?" Mom asked, a smile playing at her lips. "You two do know texting exists, right? It's much faster." "Mama!" Christabel gasped. "That's so unromantic! Letters are special. You can keep them forever and reread them and…" She clutched the remaining envelope to her chest dramatically. "It's like something from a period drama!" "Your sister has been watching too much television," Mom said to me, but her eyes were warm with affection.

My shoulders finally dropped a little. The phone rang. Mom’s name lit up the screen. I answered right away. “Hey Mom.” “Vesper, honey.” Her voice came through tired and tight. “We got another letter today. The numbers keep climbing. Your father is trying everything but it is not looking good. I hate putting this on you again.” I closed my eyes and rubbed my temple. “How much this time?”

I unfolded it with trembling hands and read her final words aloud. > *My dearest Kylie,* > *I know the last few days have been tough, but you're stronger than you realize. Lead with heart, but don't let kindness blur your eyes to deceit. Trust you—I trust you—trust your gut, trust your heart.* >*Always yours, Mother* Her letters curved and flowed, so intimate. I hugged my eyes shut and clasped the letter to my breast. "Thank you, Mother," I breathed. "I won't fail you."

•BRIAN• Letter: “My sweet little Brian, I hope you never forget that you’re the light of my life. Being your mother for six years has been my greatest honor. I pray the moon goddess helps you grow to become a man of honor and respect. I will always love you. Love, Catherine.” I read the letter for the hundredth time while Mom and Dad were at Luke’s house. I always read it when I missed Catherine—when I wished she were still here.

"Dear Mother, Ignore the blood used to write this; I cannot access ink where I am. I have been waiting eagerly for a letter from you or Father, but I have gotten none. So I am writing this letter to let you know that I am well... Well, as well as I can be in my situation.

You were the only good thing in my life. There's so much I should have told you. About your grandparents, about your father, about our family. I didn't have the words. I didn't have the courage. I was too scared of losing you. But I'm leaving you this. The truth. All of it. In these boxes, in these letters, in these photographs. It's yours now. I hope it helps you understand. I hope you can forgive me. Love, Mom I held the letter in my hands. Read it twice. Three times.

You're the missing piece in this family reunion and it would mean the world to not only me but to your father and you siblings if you returned. I am not asking you to return permanently. I'm simply asking you to come visit for a little while. Regardless, I love you with a full heart. You have never disappointed me, I trust you won't. May this letter find you well. Love Your Mother

I read the letter and tears spilled out of my eyes. It was from mom.. Dear Mira, I know I'll be gone when you find this letter.. I'm really sorry to leave you behind, but I have no choice, my baby.. I know that Damon will take care of you when I'm gone. It's probably your 18th birthday now.

“We hope you are sleeping well in a comfortable bed and that you’ve made lots of new friends. Write to us soon and let us know about them. We love you so very much, dear. Take care of yourself and write soon. Your father sends all of his love, as do I. Love, Mom.” I read the letter over again. I still have tears in my eyes as I finish it for the third time. It is a lifeline for me, a reminder that my parents are still out there, that they are alive and love me. I would give anything to be able to hug them right now, to kiss their cheeks, and tell them that I love them. But I can’t.