Dozens of them.
Some short.
Some long.
One said:
Mom, Dad worked late again today, but he still made pancakes for dinner.
Another read:
Dad helped me with my science project even though he didn’t understand it either.
Then one from a few months ago.
Mom, Dad got married today.
Her name is Amelia. She’s really kind.
I think you would like her.
I felt something warm roll down my cheek.
I hadn’t even realized I was crying.
Amelia’s voice was soft now.
“I thought it was something bad,” she admitted. “But then I started reading them…”
She wiped her eyes.
