Letter: 68 - Mother

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Son,

        I am sorry. I don't know how I can explain you my actions when you don't even remember yourself. Just remember that I did not mean even a single word I said to you. You should know that whatever happened, none of it was your fault. 

I am the one who should be blamed for everything that you went through. I am the reason that you got so lonely and rejected. If only I had treated you the way you deserved, you wouldn't have had to see this day. 

I don't know whether you know this or not, but I went to visit your house one day. The whole place was a mess. I blamed you for it and added another point to the list of things I had always blamed you for. I reached your bedroom after that. It was in even worse condition than the rest of the place. Then my gaze landed on the coin. 

Instantly, I recognized what it was, since I had carried out a research about it for several years. I knew what happened to you. I also knew what was to be done to free you. But I did not do anything. Instead, I let my hatred for you take over and I threw the coin out of the shattered window, knowing fully well that it might even mean the end of you. If only had I realized that I would give anything to be able to see you again, I would have kept you with myself and freed you.

But now it is too late. I cannot do anything to help you.I am as unhelpful o you now as I always was.

I am not asking for forgiveness for my actions as I know that I don't deserve it. I just want you to know that you will always be my son and I will always love you. When you are free you could come live with me and we can have a new beginning. Or you ca also choose to live in your house , which is now fully repaired and as good as new. You can do anything you want but please come back.

Never lose hope. That girl is the only way you could be freed.

Don't lose hope. Stay strong. Remember that you are missed by some people and that you are cared for.

                                                                                                                                            Your mother

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