Ink and Love: Letters for My Little Ones

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…If they were out there, somewhere, breathing in a different air, sleeping in a different bed, she hoped they knew. She hoped, with every fiber of her being, that her love for them, a fierce, unwavering flame, would find them. “Be strong,” she whispered to the empty room, her voice raspy with unshed tears. “Be brave. Be everything I couldn’t be.” A part of them, she knew, would always live within her, a vibrant spark in the quiet corners of her soul. Her little girl, her porcelain doll, her brave Eligah. She missed them. She wished, with all her might, that she had done better. That she had been better. For all of them.