Dearest Silver,
I write this letter to you as I watch you from your crib, asleep like an angel. By the time you read this, (If you ever), I will be long gone. But that's alright. As long as you know who I am, I will be happy.
I want you to know Silver that you are the best and most wonderful thing that ever happened to me and will ever happen to me. I want you to always remember that. And I want you to know that I love you so very much. Even though you never knew me, please remember that I am always there for you. Always.
I'll give it to you plainly.
I'm dying and I don't think your father knows yet, but he will soon enough. I started feeling weak a few weeks after you were born. It's been about a month now, and I can barely get out of bed. The doctors say I'll be better soon, but they lie. Probably because they are afraid of your father. I'm almost positive that after I die, he won't talk much of me. But please don't blame him for that. Your father is a quiet, reserved man, and I know a part of him will die with me.
Do you know that we look so much alike? Your father said we should name you after me! Same straight red hair, same silver eyes…That's why we named you Silver. It was the nickname your father gave me when were still young because of my eyes. That moment when I held you in my arms, and you opened those beautiful eyes, and your father put his arm around me and smiled, was the best moment of my entire life.
Your father is a wonderful man and I want you to promise me that you always take care of him. You're all that he has left and I want you to always be by his side. So that he is reminded of me. Your father is a powerful man with great dreams.
I don't know what he is up to yet, (and I probably never will), but whatever it is will be a legacy. I just know it. Be his greatest supporter Silver. Promise me.
You know, your father told me you would be a great fighter someday. I can only laugh at that thought. Your right beside me in your blue footie's, kicking your small baby feet enthusiastically in your sleep. Your baby curls are wispy and long, and you're sucking your small index finger. A battler.
Too bad I won't be there to see it. I have so many dreams for you. Your first day of school... your first lost tooth...Your first haircut. Oh, and your first battle! When will you get a girlfriend? Will you get married? Have kids? I suppose I'll never find out. But that's ok.
I'm feeling somewhat faint. I'm hiding this letter, and a few of my possessions in a place I know you will find. I don't know when you'll read this, but It'll be after I'm gone or not at all.
Silver, I love you.
Never, ever forget that.
XOXOXOXOXO
With all of my love,
Gwendolyn
Your mother
The letter falls to the floor beside a picture, and small tears wet the dusty floor.
In the picture you see a lady with beautiful red hair, and silver eyes. She looks tired, but her smile is wide and welcoming. In her arms is a red headed baby, small and weak. He has red baby curls that are thin and wispy, but stand out against his mother's white gown. His eyes are closed peacefully, and he smiles a little in his sleep. A man with short black hair stands beside the woman, his arm around her. His smile matches hers, and both of their eyes glitter and train themselves to the boy in her hands. It was him.
Silvers knees sink to the floor of the dusty attic.
His mother had'nt forgotten him after all.