A.N. Letters aren't meant to be long, don't judge this based on size but by content.

August 13th, 2001

Dear my son,

Today you were born.

And whether or not I should tell you this I almost gave you up for adoption. I thought and maybe I still do believe you are better off someone else as your mother. I don't think I'm capable of being a mother. Why would I? I never had an example growing up, my parents just left me on the side of the street with a baby blanket with my first name on it, Emma. So how could I possibly be a good mother when I've never had one? So, my sweet baby boy, I had decided when I found out you were coming, that I was sure I would give you up to give you your best chance. And then you were born and I heard those screams, you crying, and the doctor informing me it's okay to change my mind. To decide to be a mother. Then I held your squirming little body in my arms and you quieted right down like you knew who I was, like you recognized your mother. The woman you had been inside, kicking for the last nine months. I am never planning to let you live that one down.

I asked the nurse for some paper so I could write this letter to you. At first I didn't know what to say but I do now. I never claimed to be a good mother but I can promise I will do my very best to be the best mother you could ever ask for. I don't have a lot to my name at the moment, actually I probably don't have anything to my name at the moment. Nothing to call my own, all of that was stolen from me the moment I was betrayed, but that's a story for another time. Except for a car, a yellow bug left for me from... an old friend. But as long as I'm trapped within four walls I'm without any possessions, I'm not even really allowed to have you while I'm here. However, none of that matters, I will find something but what does matter is that I will always love you.

I promise you that there will never be a day that goes by that you feel unloved. Love was not a luxury when I was growing up but I will be damned if I let that happen to you. So, for every fight, argument, disagreement, terrible things we will say, know this, I will always love you, and you are my son. Not a day will go by that anything could do to change those things, they are forever. I promise.

Love, your mother,

Emma Swan

A.N. I know it's short but it's supposed to be. It's written like this for a reason. This Emma is hurt, closed off, since she lost Neal. Now she has to learn to open her heart again, this is how she starts by promising her son all the things she never had.

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