My Darling Daughter

Kimberly finds a letter from the mother who she believed abandoned her 22 years ago. The contents of this letter shatters her entire view of her parentage and replaces it with something beautiful sad and tragic.
A short story that I wrote while being swallowed by boredom on a plane. But then again, the best work I do, I do in boredom and anger. Hope you guys like it.

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1. Love in the form of a letter

I never thought she actually loved me. I never thought she cared. I grew up thinking, that my mother never wanted me and therefore left me with my uncle. All my 22 years I thought that she ran away from me and was currently hating me from a distance. Hating me for ruining her youth and her perfect, flat, nineteen year old stomach. I never knew.

These are the thoughts that course through my head at the moment. I sit, paralysed, in the study with the letter in my hand. Sweat from my palms starts to drench the prescious paper with the irreplacable message, and I hurry to lay it on the desk before me. My hands are shaking and I place them between my knees to steady them. This whole thing is turning my world upside down, and I have no idea what to do. So I do the only thing that makes sense. I pull my fingers through my hair and let them stay there. I lean forward, and and place my elbows on the desk, using them to support the weight of my head.

And I read it again.

My darling daughter.

I want you to know... there is so much I want you to know. Dearest Kimberly know that it was never my intention to leave you. I always have and always will, love you more than life. And even though you are finally reading this, more than you will ever know or understand. Let me start by telling you why I left you in the care of your uncle Andrew all those years ago for I do not know how much he has already told you about me and your father. On the twelvth of November 1993 I was diagnosed with terminal cancer in the lungs. And my sweet Kimberly please believe me when I say that I participated in any and all experimental treatments I could. But nonetheless It didn't work, or you wouldn't be reading this. I was told that I had about a year left. Since both your grandparents on my side have passed away, and I have no idea what happened to you fathers parents I had full custody transferred to my brother. As I said, I do not know how much you know about me and your father, and besides I want you to hear it all from me. Your father was a soldier and was sent into combat in Kuwait. He was shot a month before his return home, while I was still pregnant. Know that even if he never met you he loved you from the moment we found out we were having a child. You were born and we found a routine. But it was shattered by this illness. I grew smaller and weaker by the week and you are growing bigger and stronger each day. I am writing this while you are sitting on the end of my hospital bed playing with your teddy bear. You are one year old, and I only have one month left. Tops. It's funny, at first when you came to see me you were scared of the machines and IV's but as soon as Andrew gave you your teddy you got over it. Even at age one you are brave and strong. And I know, that if you that if you have just one thing from your father it is courage. He never met you, never held you and he never looked into your big blue eyes. And I had a whole year with you. Baby girl, know that you were the best year of my life. This one year has been a blessing. For a while I believed that your laugh alone could cure me. You are a delightful little girl, and you will always hold my heart. I am sorry that I wasn't there to hold your hand on your first day of school, or cheer for you at your graduation. I am sorry that I wasn't there to cry in joy at your wedding or have "The Talk" with you. And I know that your father is too, wherever he is and wherever I'm going. This is one of the last times I will ever see you in this life. You are leaving in two hours. Every time I see you go out that door it breaks my heart because I never know if I will wake up tomorrow. My sweet little Kimmie, although you are probably not so little anymore, promise me that you will always be your best. That you will always be the brave, strong, caring and beautiful young woman I know you can be. And sweetie know that I am proud of you. I love you. I always will. No matter what.

My darling daughter. Never forget that you are your fathers child. You are my child. You are Kimberly Margherita Gomez and I know that you are perfect. Never ever forget that you are beautiful no matter what, and that you can do anything you want with your life.

My darling daughter. Your smile is what has been keeping me alive this long.

My darling daughter. I love you. And I'll see you before you know it.

 

My darling daughter.

Love your mother.

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