CHAPTER ELEVEN - Her Letter
Good morning Beautiful,
It's your third birthday today and it hurts me so much to know that I won't be there with you. I can't even imagine how much you've grown. I'd give up everything I have just to see your dimpled smile or hold you in my arms again...
I was at the mall yesterday and my friend Emma, who I was with, thought I was completely crazy when I started yelling out that I saw you, my precious baby, in some other woman's arms. I just knew that it was you so I started yelling at the woman to give back what was mine completely.
She kept denying it and denying it. She said that that baby's name was Helen, and that she didn't know who Cassandra was. Emma kept pulling at my arm, telling me that it wasn't you... it wasn't you.
...But how could my own eyes deceive me?
It wasn't until the baby in her arms started to cry. That was the exact moment when I knew that it really wasn't you. Every mother knows the sound of her baby's cry.
I apologized and apologized to the woman... deep inside thinking of how delusional I was, thinking that in my own desperation to see you, my imagination would just run off on its own. I started to cry, right there and then, in the mall, in Emma's arms. I didn't realize it then, but she told me later that I kept repeating, "I wanted it to be her... I wanted it to be her..." over and over again.
I just miss you so much. It just gets so unbearable sometimes. I feel so alone. Much more, now that Craig's gone and out of my life.
What kind of life do I have left? Without him? Without you?
I'm left with nothing.