Holidays where hard. For Molly Weasley it was a reminder that instead of 7 she only had 6. She loved the children she had and she was thankful every day she hadn't lost anymore. It made her sad at the same time.
Today was Mothers Day and Molly Weasley looked at the cards and gifts before her. As her children grew the things she got grew with them. Instead of handmade cards with misspellings she saw beautifully written notes, Instead of weeds plucked from the garden she saw lovely bouquets. Once again the sadness grew what she wouldn't give to go back to the childish gifts, to a time when all of her children where around her.
She took her time and read and re-read the notes, found perfect places for the bouquets. After the 6th note had been read (clearly written by daughter in law Hermione) she sat back down at her table with a cup of tea. There was one last envelope. Across it was scrawled Mrs. Weasley. It read
I know that today is hard, and I know I am not the one you wish could be here. But this is the first Mothers day I have someone to celebrate for. You are the closest thing I have to a mother. You've made me feel more than welcome in your family. You opened your home to me abd never turned me away even when I was a danger to you and your children. For that I am eternally grateful.
All my love,
Harry
Molly smiled, although she'd lost one son she'd gained another.
As the years passed, the letters continued to grow and as he children became mothers and fathers the handwritten cards and weeds made a return. The sadness she felt grew less and less and while it never fully went away she learned to let it go.
