Renata’s Pink Blanket Led Me Back to the Letter My Parents Buried
“She said there was a letter from someone who did not want me.”
The words came out carefully, as if she had practiced them and wanted to get them right.
I reached for the blanket and tucked its edge around her knees.
“Did Grandma tell you who wrote the letter?”
“She said it was better if I did not know.”
“Did she show you the letter?”
“No.
She just showed me the envelope.”