Chapter 7: Mother’s Day Changed Shape
Jean had manipulated my mother into leaving.
Then she had stolen every letter my mother sent afterward.
Fifteen years of birthdays, school plays, broken hearts, and silent questions crashed through me at once.
Then Jean said the sentence that shattered whatever was left.
“She started sending letters about a year later, but of course I intercepted every single one.”
Fifteen years.
Fifteen years my mother had been trying to reach us.
And Jean had hidden everything.
“Honey, I have to go,” Jean laughed into the phone. “Mother’s Day with my devoted daughter.”
The line disconnected.
I looked down at the flowers in my hands. Then I looked toward the kitchen doorway.
And suddenly, very calmly, I realized Mother’s Day was not going to unfold the way Jean expected.
I stepped into the kitchen smiling brightly.
“Happy Mother’s Day!”… Continue Reading ⬇️
