The day I lost you I sent you a letter. I sent a letter I knew your adopted parents would never let you see.
Just like your real name.
Just like your mother, your brother, your sisters. So many beautiful faces.
Taken from you.
I say this because you do have a real name and you do have a real story. And unlike most children adopted under spurious circumstances, you have a paper trail–articles in the local papers, a federal lawsuit. Questions about a very bad judge.
I knew that if I lost you, I had to send out every possible sign that you were and always would be loved.
A mother should be able to celebrate her children’s birthdays, but for your mother each day like this is a reminder of what was stolen from her.
Losing you broke my heart, but not mine alone.
All I ever wanted was to make sure you know, really know, you are loved.
So think of yourself as the magic princess, little one, whose royal parents send out lanterns on your birthday,hoping, just hoping you will see them.
All for you. All this light for you.