Of course, I was over the moon! The thing is, we hardly saw each other as much as I would’ve liked. We were all together only twice a year, at Christmas or Easter.
To celebrate being together on such a special occasion, I made dinner.
We spent some time remembering their mother. But all evening, I noticed that my daughters sat with strange expressions on their faces. They also barely spoke.
My babies showed up at my house.
I could feel something was wrong, but I didn’t want to spoil such a rare occurrence.
Then suddenly, my oldest daughter, Mia, said, “Dad, there’s something we need to confess. We’ve actually been hiding this from you our whole lives. But it’s time for you to know the truth.”
“What happened? What’s going on?” I asked.
Mia looked at me carefully before answering.
“Mom never stopped loving you.”
Her words gave me a sinking feeling in my stomach. The room went quiet.
“It’s time for you to know the truth.”
“What?” I said, barely comprehending what she’d said.
My other daughter, Tina, reached into her bag and pulled out a bundle of old envelopes, tied together.
“We found these in our old house years ago. They’re letters. Mom wrote them about you.”
