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To my mother,
It's me, your
You have been on my mind a lot lately. Ever since dad gave me your address, you're all I could think about.
I've decided to write to you for a very important reason. Dad is dying. He has a very rare form of cancer. The doctors have no cure for it and give him a couple of months to live at most. He's told me about you when he found this out. He said I should ask you to take me in, since he's going to die.
I don't want to believe that he is dying, but it's the truth. He said that I shouldn't worry about him. It's how things were supposed to be. So, I am taking his advice and not dwelling on it, though I can't stand the thought of
I've heard many bad things about the foster care system and orphanages, and though I hate to admit it, I'm terrified to be sent to one. I am not an orphan, and I won't be one when dad dies. I haven't had a bad childhood.
I'm praying you find it in your heart to take me into your home. I'm old enough to fend for myself mostly. I can get a job to supply to own food, and other things. I already have clothes so I won't need any help with that much. The only thing I would really need your help with is a place to live and sleep at. The rest I can do independently. So, I wouldn't be much of a burden when it comes to money.
I won't have to stay with you long, though I hope you'll let me stay after my eighteenth birthday. I'm fifteen (my birthday was last month). At the very least, I'd have to stay with you for three years.
I hope that you accept my request to live with you.
Signed your daughter,
Katherina Michelle Williams
Alicia Shannon Rogers clutched the letter tightly in her hand. It was faded and wrinkled, an obvious sign that it had been read many times. The letter had originally been folded in perfect thirds and placed in a pristinely white envelope. The handwriting on the note had been written in a clear legible print, but it was now smeared into the paper. It was torn on one end from it being opened too quickly.
The letter had arrived yesterday. Alicia had read the letter at least a hundred times. She probably had it memorized. It was hard not to. Her first child and only daughter had contacted her. She hadn't seen her since she was almost two weeks old. That was a long time ago, back when she was sixteen. Her own daughter was almost as old as she was when she gave birth to her. That thought was kind of scary.
The door to the master bedroom opened. Alicia's husband, Sean Rogers, walked in. She quickly folded the letter back up so he couldn't read it. She didn't want him to know about her daughter. She hadn't decided yet what to do. She disliked the thought of her daughter being in a foster home, but she wasn't sure how to proceed.
"Hey, honey," Her husband kissed her on the cheek. She smiled weakly up at him. He knew her well enough to know it was forced. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." She stated. She winced when it came out very fake sounding.
"Lee-Cee," He sat down next to her. "Tell me what's wrong. The sitter called me and said she had the boys for the day. The last time you did that was when your dad died. Is it your mom?"
She flinched when he said mom. "No, my mom's fine."
"Then what?" He wrapped a consoling arm around her shoulder.
Knowing she didn't deserve consolation, she shrugged it off. "I'm a terrible mother."
"No you're not." He responded without any hesitation. "The boys love you. I love you. I can't imagine anyone else being their mother. I can't imagine anyone else by my side."
"No, I'm terrible." She shook her head and began to cry. Sean immediately wrapped both his arms around her. This time, she didn't push him away. "I did something terrible, something so terrible I had to force myself to forget it so I wouldn't wake up screaming from nightmares every night."
"It can't be that bad." Sean always thought the best in people, until he saw their worst. Even then, he treated people fairly.
With shaking hands, Alicia took out the worn, ripped, and tear-stained letter. It took Sean about two minutes to read it. She closed her eyes when he got to the end. She didn't want to see his face when he learned what a bad person she was.
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I've had this lurking on the computer since freshman year. I decided to post it after I realized how long it's been since I posted something, and though I don't have watcher just aching to see what I post next, I felt the need to post it.
~Teily
Also, if I get enough faves and good reviews I'll write another part. I've gotten good feedback from people on other sites for some of my stories, and I want to know if I'm an even slightly decent writer
~Teily
Also, if I get enough faves and good reviews I'll write another part. I've gotten good feedback from people on other sites for some of my stories, and I want to know if I'm an even slightly decent writer
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I really would like to read what happens next! This is pretty interesting. Favorite well deserved.