Hun leser linje for linje i brevet moren skrev til henne.
Hennes følelser er skrevet mellom linjene.
She starts
"This is the hardest letter I will ever write"
Oh yes, I was conceived in lustful venture...
Teenage hands wandering into another's body,
Flesh molding, only distinguished by texture, color
I was not made withe love,
but this lady so strange to me loved me.
"I love you dearly, and it was the hardest thing in the world to let you go"
She let me go.....
Into a new world.
To a mother who did not birth me,
but who was destined to be mine.
To a father,
not of blood,
but who molded me as he held me in his loving hands.
I AM their daughter.
"Please understand, the day they took you from me was the hardest day of my life"
I see her, stroking a child...me...for the last time,
kissing me, and watching them take me away.
Sweat and tears draining the last of her.
For they took me not for a minute, an hour, a day.......
but for a lifetime.
I do understand dear lady,
I do..............
Sixteen year old hands cannot hold the heavy weight of a child. And as you let me go..... I was born twice.
Once for you,
and then agein to my parents.
"When I went into labor, I didn't tell anyone, I was scared to let you go"
Se wrote me in a letter, a letter that waited 17 years for me to read. I was scared to read it.
And dear lady, I'm scared to think about it......
I answer questions on the topic vaguely... a splash of pastels, when my thoughts are so vividly bright.
I do wonder,
Do you look like me.....see like me...feel like me?
Perhaps one day i will meet you.... but just for one day.
"I can never thank you enough for all the joy and happiness you have brought to my life"
You wrote 17 years ago......
Dear lady, I can never thank you enough for all the joy you have brought to mine.
I can never thank you enough for letting me go......
For my parents.....
and the dear lady who gave birth to me