Ink and Love: Letters for My Little Ones

Previously

…She closed her eyes, picturing Melodee’s face, her bright, curious eyes. She pictured Eligah, his strong, steady presence. They were her world, her reason, her everything. And she would fight for them. She would fight with every ounce of her being, until the sunlight returned to their lives, until the quiet in the house was filled once more with the sound of their laughter. The dream, though fleeting, had planted a seed. A seed of hope, watered by the tears of her longing, fertilized by the fierce, unwavering love of a mother. The fight was far from over. It was just beginning.