Magical Love, by Angela Carlton

I didn’t think you’d ever find me. There are letters in a shoebox buried in my closet, letters to you-you-you. I never planned to have another child after I lost you, but it happened. After your father sent me away to live with my mother claiming I was unstable, not fit to be a mother, I gave birth to your brother. We’ve lived a quiet life, mostly, as I recorded my thoughts, and regrets. Now that you’ve made an effort to find me, it’s my gift, this box of secrets laced with sorrow, sprinkled with a magical love for you.