Inside the envelop were two letters folded up separately and another smaller envelop which was sealed and written on it was "Open this last".

Izzie picked the first letter up and started reading.

Dear Isobel,

Karl says I should call you Izzie. To be honest that feels a little wired. You've always been Isobel to me. But we must progress so let me start again.

Dear Izzie,

I'm writing to apologies for the way I treated you. I shouldn't have yelled at you and I should have let you see Hannah. I have since learnt that my insecurities were unwarranted. I am Hannah's mom and nothing that you could do or say would change that. I am for ever in your debt. You have given this family so much. I hope all is well with you, and that for Hannah's sake I never have to contact you again.

Take care.

Kate (If I'm calling you Izzie you can call me Kate.)

Izzie folded the letter up picked up the second one.

Dear Izzie,

I hope all is well with you. I realize in retrospect that you leaving like you didn't wasn't the best thing you could have done medically. I want to apologize for placing you in a situation where you thought that leaving was necessary. The kiss we shared was simply a misguided goodbye kiss, nothing more.

With that said I thought you might like to know how Hannah is doing. Since the surgery her condition has been improving in leaps and bounds. She's back at school now and I can't remember the last time she had so much energy. Kate and I enrolled her in swimming classes and she seems to be a natural at it. Thank you so much Izzie for what you have given us.

The night you left. When we came back from dinner, Hannah told us an angel visited her and told her everything would be okay. That was you wasn't it? Thank you for doing that, not telling her who you were. And thank you for telling her everything would be okay. She truly believes that you were an angel.

Izzie smiled and turned the page on the letter.

I finally convinced Kate that we needed to tell Hannah that she was adopted. We told her a couple of weeks after she left the hospital. The funny thing was she told us she already knew. Apparently a couple of years ago her friend Alice's big sister did a biology project on genetic traits. Kate and I both have blue eyes and Hannah's are brown like yours. She laughed when we told her and said she was glad she was adopted because otherwise it meant her mom had had an affair. It was quite funny to see Kate's mouth drop when she told us. Mine dropped too but I don't think it was quite as much.

Anyways Hannah asked if she could write to you as well. Her letter is in the other envelop. She wouldn't let us see what it in side of it so I hope it's nothing bad.

Take care Izzie. I'll be thinking of you every time I see Hannah laugh, smile, cry. You have given this family so much and I will never forget it. If you ever need anything please don't be afraid to phone me. I can be resourceful at times.

Karl.

Izzie placed Karl's letter on the table and picked up the other envelope. She turned it over in her hands a few times. Inside was something she never thought she'd have, a letter from her daughter. She felt her heart begin to race, as slowly opened the envelope.

She tipped the contents of it onto the table. There was a letter written on pink writing paper, a couple of photos, and a drawing. She picked up the photos and started at them. One was of Hannah in a swim suit; she had the biggest smile on her face. On the back of the photo was written the message "After my first swimming lesson". The other was a school photo. On the back of it Hannah had written "My school photo, I hate the top I'm wearing, my mom made me wear it". Izzie chuckled to herself and placed the photos back on the table. Then she picked up the drawing. She was going to look it but decided to read the letter first.

Hi Izzie,

It said in large loopy hand writing.

My Dad says I can call you Izzie. My mom says I should call you Ms Stevens. But the only people I call Ms are my school teachers. I hope you don't mind me calling you Izzie.

I can't believe I'm actually writing to you. It feels a little weird. I mean you're my mother, well not my mother, that's what my mom keeps telling me, but you know what I mean. It's weird. I'd known for a while that I was adopted, well I'd had my suspicions. I was either adopted or my mom had an affair. I was kind of glad I was adopted. I'd hate my dad to be sad if my mom had had an affair. I was so glad when my parents finally told me. I'd wanted to ask them about it for a while but I never knew quite how to put it. It's not the type of thing you can just bring up over dinner or something. Well I didn't think so but, that's how they told me. Mom made me my favorite dinner and just when I was about to leave the table she said.

"Hannah, we've got something we need to talk to you about. You're adopted."

Well she didn't quite say it like that. She drew it out and all and dodged the actual topic for a while, and then Dad told me. But it was great.

I was so excited when Dad told me I could write to you. He said I should put the letter in an envelop just incase you didn't want to read it. I'm not sure why you wouldn't want to read it. I'm hoping you read it, well if you're reading this you're obviously reading it. And if you weren't reading this you wouldn't be reading this. I'm rambling aren't I?

Anyways…I don't know what I want to say. I'd always imagined writing to you or meeting you. I had this whole scenario worked out in my head but now I'm actually doing it I don't know what I want to say.

I guess I could tell you a little about myself. Dad says you already know about me being sick and all. He says you're the one who gave me the kidney. That was really nice of you. It's working really well and I'm feeling a lot better since the surgery. So arr…thanks for that. Some day when I'm older I'll do something really big to say thanks.

What else can I say? I like swimming. Mom and Dad just enrolled me in classes and I'm really good. My teacher says that maybe I can start swimming in races soon.

I like pink, not the really bright pink though, pale pink. And I used to have this thing with pigs. I have a lot of little pigs all over my bedroom. And I like drawing. Maybe I could draw you some pictures. Yeah that's what I'll do. And I could put some photos in too.

And umm…I think that's all a want to say. It's all I can think of at the moment. I hope I can keep writing to you and maybe you'd write back. Maybe some day I could maybe meet you. Mom says I have to wait until I'm 18, but that's only five and a bit years away.

Love Always

Hannah.

PS: Are you really a doctor and a model? My Dad told me you were a doctor but then I asked what you looked like and he showed me this photo from a magazine.

Izzie placed the letter down on the table. A big smile lay across her face. This was more that she'd ever dreamed of having from her daughter. And there was still more to come.

She picked up the drawing and unfolded it. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Hannah's letter hadn't made her cry, it had made her laugh but this drawing brought tears to her eyes.

It was the most incredible thing she had ever scene. It looked so life like and real. In the drawing she was sitting next to Hannah under a tree. They both had the biggest smiles on their faces. There was a picnic rug on the ground and dozens of foods spread out across it.

In the corner of the drawing was a post-it. On it Hannah had written "This is how I imagine the day we meet".

Izzie stared at the photos and the drawing and the letter from Hannah for over an hour. She was mesmerized by them. She couldn't believe she had them and she wasn't sure what she should do with them. She wanted to hold onto them. They were a little piece of Hannah she could hold on to. After a while she stood up and went looking for her wallet. She slipped the two photos inside of it. Then she took the drawing, she pulled the post-it off it and stuck that to the back, then she hung the drawing on the fridge. She stepped back to look at it. It was perfect.

The only thing she had left now was the letter. She picked it off the table along with the letters from Kate and Karl. She slipped them back inside of the larger envelop and took them upstairs.

In her room she placed the letters inside her night stand, pulled out some writing paper and not knowing exactly what she wanted to say she began writing.

Dear Hannah,


So that's the end of the story. I wanted to try and end it with a bit of closure and also the same way it started in a way. I hope you enjoyed it and please if you've read this far review and let me know what you think. Even if you didn't like it.