am left with no other choice.
You now have a daughter, a little angel in my eyes, an angel that God has gifted me to always remember you by. She was born a little after midnight, on March 11 th , and I’ve chosen to name her Josephina, to remind me of the person that helped create her. She’ll always have a part of you with her, in case she never gets the chance to meet you.
I’ve included the only picture I have of the night she was born. I feel you deserve it more than I do. I only hope you will treasure it as deeply as I treasure her.
I will pray for you every day, for your health and well being, in hope that God answers my prayers and looks out for you. I will wait every day, praying that you change your mind. Hoping someday you will wish to meet her, but until then, I vow to keep her safe.
Keep safe, my dearest Joseph, and remember that I will always be thinking of you.
Yours truly,
Kasey
Closing my eyes to try to ward off the tears, I fail. They begin to slowly trickle down my cheeks. Clutching the letter to my chest, I hold onto to it tightly, picturing it was Kasey I was holding instead.
As I read every single word, I could feel the pain coming through what she wrote. Even as she claimed she was being strong, deep down inside, I know she was hurting as she wrote the letter. I know I would be.
My heart feels as if it’s dropped into the pit of my stomach. No matter how many times I think about it, the regret of never showing up will live with me forever. When she needed me the most I wasn’t there. The guilt will stay with me, every day of my life.
I may not have been there to save her the first time, but I wasn’t going to leave her behind. I was going to make it up to her, somehow, someway. This time I was coming back for her and Josephina.
CHECKING THE ADDRESS on my smart phone one final time, I make sure it’s the right house I should be pulling up to. Confirming that it is, I park on the street and put my SUV into park.
“That house is huge, right mommy?” Josephina exclaims from the backseat.
Unbuckling my seat belt, I respond, “Yes it is, sweetheart.”
I don’t want to be here, but I’m only doing it for Josephina. Joseph had called yesterday begging me to join him and his friends for dinner, but I had to decline the request due to a delivery I needed to make. It was to a local boutique that helps sell my soaps. Since those profits were the most important, when I wasn’t selling at the Farmers Market, I had to pass on the first request. The boutique’s sales are made year round. It was the monthly order that helped put food on my table. In my eyes, it was much more important than keeping dinner plans, even if they were with Joseph.
Of course he was disappointed, but he clearly understood when I explained. Although I managed to get out of dinner plans last night, I couldn’t escape them a second time, especially since Josephina overheard my conversation with Joseph. She was excited about the dinner. Actually, I think she’s more excited about seeing Joseph than anything else. That alone was the only reason why I’m here.
Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I open my car door to get out and I’m instantly frightened when I see a large man in front of me helping hold my door open. It takes a moment, but I finally recognize that it’s Joseph, and I am able to relax, but my heart still feels likes it’s racing from the sight of him. I don’t know if it’s from the fright or the fact that he’s smiling down at me.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologetically says to me. “I saw you pulling up, so I thought I’d come help you with Josephina,” he says, looking at me with a smile as he shuts my car door. He quickly goes straight to Josephina’s to take her out.
Josephina’s face lights up at the sight of him as he opens her door to get her out. She’s already unbuckling herself, anxious to get out of her booster seat.
You now have a daughter, a little angel in my eyes, an angel that God has gifted me to always remember you by. She was born a little after midnight, on March 11 th , and I’ve chosen to name her Josephina, to remind me of the person that helped create her. She’ll always have a part of you with her, in case she never gets the chance to meet you.
I’ve included the only picture I have of the night she was born. I feel you deserve it more than I do. I only hope you will treasure it as deeply as I treasure her.
I will pray for you every day, for your health and well being, in hope that God answers my prayers and looks out for you. I will wait every day, praying that you change your mind. Hoping someday you will wish to meet her, but until then, I vow to keep her safe.
Keep safe, my dearest Joseph, and remember that I will always be thinking of you.
Yours truly,
Kasey
Closing my eyes to try to ward off the tears, I fail. They begin to slowly trickle down my cheeks. Clutching the letter to my chest, I hold onto to it tightly, picturing it was Kasey I was holding instead.
As I read every single word, I could feel the pain coming through what she wrote. Even as she claimed she was being strong, deep down inside, I know she was hurting as she wrote the letter. I know I would be.
My heart feels as if it’s dropped into the pit of my stomach. No matter how many times I think about it, the regret of never showing up will live with me forever. When she needed me the most I wasn’t there. The guilt will stay with me, every day of my life.
I may not have been there to save her the first time, but I wasn’t going to leave her behind. I was going to make it up to her, somehow, someway. This time I was coming back for her and Josephina.
CHECKING THE ADDRESS on my smart phone one final time, I make sure it’s the right house I should be pulling up to. Confirming that it is, I park on the street and put my SUV into park.
“That house is huge, right mommy?” Josephina exclaims from the backseat.
Unbuckling my seat belt, I respond, “Yes it is, sweetheart.”
I don’t want to be here, but I’m only doing it for Josephina. Joseph had called yesterday begging me to join him and his friends for dinner, but I had to decline the request due to a delivery I needed to make. It was to a local boutique that helps sell my soaps. Since those profits were the most important, when I wasn’t selling at the Farmers Market, I had to pass on the first request. The boutique’s sales are made year round. It was the monthly order that helped put food on my table. In my eyes, it was much more important than keeping dinner plans, even if they were with Joseph.
Of course he was disappointed, but he clearly understood when I explained. Although I managed to get out of dinner plans last night, I couldn’t escape them a second time, especially since Josephina overheard my conversation with Joseph. She was excited about the dinner. Actually, I think she’s more excited about seeing Joseph than anything else. That alone was the only reason why I’m here.
Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I open my car door to get out and I’m instantly frightened when I see a large man in front of me helping hold my door open. It takes a moment, but I finally recognize that it’s Joseph, and I am able to relax, but my heart still feels likes it’s racing from the sight of him. I don’t know if it’s from the fright or the fact that he’s smiling down at me.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologetically says to me. “I saw you pulling up, so I thought I’d come help you with Josephina,” he says, looking at me with a smile as he shuts my car door. He quickly goes straight to Josephina’s to take her out.
Josephina’s face lights up at the sight of him as he opens her door to get her out. She’s already unbuckling herself, anxious to get out of her booster seat.
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