About how Jennifer looked at Stuart – like her, as if she were hiding too hard to speak.
He often grabbed her as he looked at him when she thought she wasn’t looking, her eyes full of something he didn’t understand. Was it sad? Fault? Fear? He never asked. And she never said it. But now that he stood at her grave, he wished he should.
When Stuart was 13, the disease took the life of her adoptive mother, which he never fully received …
When Stuart was 13, he lost his adoptive mother to illness. Although she always tried to connect with him, he never really received it. After adopting him as a free mother, she raised him herself, but there was always a distance between them.
Nine days after her passing, her best friend – now Stuart’s guardian – had retreated and gently said, “You should visit her grave. She left something for you. ”
Only after her death did Stuart realize how much she would miss. With a heavy heart, he decided to go to her grave.
When he arrived, he noticed the envelopes nearby, with the words “for Stuart” written there. When he opened it, he had no idea what to expect – but nothing could prepare him for what he was going to read.
“From your biological mother.”
My most expensive Stuart,
On the day I gave birth to you, I was a frightened 19 -year -old girl. The man who promised me disappeared as soon as he learned that I was pregnant. I was alone, frightened and left with nothing but a broken dream and a child that I loved more than life itself. He left you at the threshold of hiding, broke my heart.
For five years I cried every night and wondered if you were safe, if you were loved, if you had enough food. I worked tthree jobsand saved every penny to build a life where I could finally bring you home.
When I came back for you, I saw a little boy who was injured – he was hanging and betrayed. And I knew I couldn’t tell you the truth. Not then. No, when your wounds were still fresh.
So I became your adoptive mother – a woman who would love you no matter. Anyone who would absorb your anger and indignation and wait for a day you could understand and accept me.
But the truth is that I’ve never been just your adoptive mother. I’ve always been your real mother.
I loved you before you were born. I loved you through every harsh word, rejection during each moment. And even now, from this world, I still love you.
Please forgive me.
Your mother,
Jennifer ”
When the time seemed to freeze, the tear on Stuart’s face. His mind was flooded with memories – Jennifer’s patience, her quiet, unwavering love, a teddy bear she held for years. Every little thing.
“Mom …” He whispered, trembling. “I’m sorry.” I’m so sorry. ”
He reached out and watched his fingers with letters on her tombstone. The wind wiped his face as if he hugged him – just like his mother.
“I love you,” he sobbed. “I’ve always done it.” I just didn’t know how to show it. I was afraid … He was afraid of losing you, leaving again. I never wanted to push you away. And I … I didn’t know you were my real mother. I’m sorry. ”
His face stroked a gentle breeze, as if Jennifer assured him. With great care, Stuart composed a letter and placed it back in the envelope. He leaned and pressed a soft kiss against the tombstone.
“I love you, Mom,” he whispered.
From that day, Stuart visited his mother’s grave every day. Not out of service, but for love – the love he finally understood. Love that lasted in pain, rejection and time. Love that would never disappear … eternal and unbreakable.
Since then, Stuart’s heart has been newly found. Although he could never turn back, he now understood the depth of his mother’s love – the love that she had lasted quietly and waited for them to see it. His visits to her grave were no longer full of regret, but gratitude. Every day, when he was sitting at her place of rest, he whispered stories, shared his thoughts, and honored the love that was always there.
Jennifer never left him – not in spirit, not in love. And although life took them on a painful path, their bond survived outside words, outside of time. Now Stuart carries the love with him, forever.