I lost your real name a long time ago when I lost you.

I am reminded of it every day, because when you lose a child you don’t recover. You might survive it, but you don’t recover.

You should remember when you grow up, meet your real mom, become who you will be–

A person is haunted by all those lost days–lost pigtails, birthday parties, school pictures.

You just miss the kid. All the time. And the very best you can do is look for her face in every crowd. Pray for her happiness at every meal. Wish her well.

Wish you well. I will always wish you well, because you were my baby.

Always.