I looked at him.
“From Mom’s things.”
That wasn’t entirely true.
I had found it hidden inside one of my mother’s old recipe books after the funeral. She had always written notes in the margins—little reminders, family memories, and thoughts she never said out loud.Dictionaries & Encyclopedias
This one was different.
It wasn’t addressed to anyone.
It was simply titled:
“Things I Hope My Daughter Always Knows.”
Linda grabbed the letter with shaking hands and began reading.
The first few lines were about me.
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