I don’t understand why you’re not here. I see my friends with their moms at school, at birthday parties, and in the mornings before the bus comes. I look for you, but you never come.
Nanny says someone hurt you. She says you were trying to get better, and you were making plans for us. I just know I want you back.
I wish I could sit in your lap one more time. I wish you could brush my hair, tuck me in, and tell me everything will be okay.
I need you, Mommy. And even though you’re not here, I promise I’ll never stop loving you.
Your little girl,
Laken