Darcy's diary [ h.s. updating ]

17.

I pull out the first letter with the faded number one written on it. I'm guessing this is my Mom's handwriting. Growing up, I didn't honestly care about what her handwriting looked like. I never thought of it as necessary or important. My handwriting looks awful. All that mattered to me was putting thoughts down on paper.

My heart beats faster as I tear open the letter carefully; possibly some of the only things that Mom has left behind.

To my lovely little girl Darcy Elizabeth,

Today was a very lovely day for all of us. Especially for me. Today, I saw you take your first steps along with the help of your Uncle Niall and your Uncle Liam. It was a warm and summer afternoon. We were all in the living room together because Uncle Louis suggested that we watch a movie. I forgot what it was though since I was very, very proud of you as you struggled to stay on your two tiny feet. Your curly hair was tied into a tiny bun and Uncle Niall held your tiny hands as you walked towards me. I knew you could do it. I believed in those bright green eyes and that beautiful face since the day you were born.

"Come to Mommy, baby... That's it. A few more."

It seems only like yesterday when we brought you home from the hospital and only yesterday when your father decided to leave us. I wouldn't blame him for being scared of being a father. I was even more scared to be a mom too since I knew that I was going to do it alone. Luckily your Uncles were there for me. Despite having their own lives after One Direction, they were on full support mode knowing that you and I both need all of the help we could get.

Hopefully you'll get to read these letters which I am planning to give you when you're older. Much older. Always remember that life can bring about storms that will eventually crush you and pull you underneath but know that we all need to eventually rise again. That's what I'm planning to do for you, my princess.

With or without your father, we will make it. I cling to the hope that someday he'll come back for us truly. I allowed him back into our lives for a small amount of time. Because who knows? He might change for good and we'll all be happy again together. I have always wanted us to be complete since that is what your dad promised me,

I love you very much, my little angel.

Mom.

Ivan's wailing cuts me off from finishing the letter. I quickly grab the box of letters and run to my room, finding the pacifier on my dresser.

"I'm coming! Hold on" I yell and pace down the stairs, my heart beating at a quick pace; Mom's words repeating in my head. The letters were written for me.