Thirteen years ago, I had my beautiful daughter.
She was, beautiful, elegant, and new. So much hope burst through her and into others.
She gave me hope I could raise her at such a young, and ignorant age. I was fourteen when I had my daughter, Elizabeth Hilda Oakley.
God, I love her. She was a beautiful girl, but a few years after she was born, my grades were failing.
My grandparents took her one night, and brought her to a new home hundreds of miles from my home. I miss her so.
Her new family doesn't allow me to talk to her, only message through letters. These are letters from Elizabeth to I.
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Letters
Teen FictionA young mom, Sandra Oakley, isn't able to see her daughter. They are strangers if they saw one another in person. The only communication between Sandra and her daughter is through letters. But, many terrible things happen, but it makes them closer.
