My name is Connor Margot Cameron, and my mom is the ever-so-famous Evelyn Hugo. My father was Harry Cameron. Even though they were in love with other people, I knew they still loved each other. Most importantly, they loved me as their daughter, and I have never once doubted their unwavering adoration and devotion to me. I knew I lived life on a pedestal with my rich, glamorous parents, and I felt so lucky. Then when I was fourteen, my dad died. It was very out of the blue. At his funeral, I felt like I was watching the world swallow him whole as he was lowered into the ground. When he was being lowered, I could feel a part of myself being swallowed forever.
. I know that the only thing that my mom could focus on to cope with her grief was me. So I let her tell me what to do and I let her move us wherever. With time, I started to feel the world open its arms to me in a welcoming hug once again. I knew that my mom was happy to see me happy again. When she married Cecila, I finally saw a bit of that light in her again. The light that had men on their knees and made Cecila fall in love with her. But then Cecila was gone. Way too soon, for that matter.
The last time that I heard my mom cry like that was when my dad died. After everything that she did, the only thing she cared about and lived for was me. Not her career, awards, or money. I knew I had late-stage breast cancer for two weeks before I told my mom. I knew that when she found out, Evelyn Hugo would have dropped everything to be by my side every hour of the day. I wanted some time to myself one last time so that's why I waited to tell her. During that time, I started to write letters to my mom for her. I never ever doubted my mom's love for me, and I wanted her to know that I loved her just as much.
I left them in random pockets of her house to find. In the letters, I asked her to never let them get out in the media because it felt too personal for me. I didn't want the world to know my most intimate thoughts and feelings about the most powerful woman of Hollywood. But I knew that the world deserved to know my mom. My mom, Evelyn fucking Hugo.
Mom,
I love you the mostest, and that is saying a lot considering that Cecila and Dad loved you too. You saved me when Dad died, and I am only hoping to do the same for you once I am gone. I know that you have manipulated and avoided the tabloids your entire career. I understand why you did such, and I am grateful for that because it did give me a sense of normalcy growing up. But I think that once I'm gone, it's time to tell them everything. The world deserves to know Evelyn Hugo the way that I knew you, a very flawed (no offense, you know it's true) yet the most loving person ever who would go to the ends of the earth to protect their loved ones. I think everyone is a little bit like you in that way. I don't know who you should ask to interview you for your tell-all but I have an inkling that you already have an idea. Being your daughter has been the greatest adventure of my life. Thank you, Mom.
Love,
Connor
