“Dear Mom,” it began, “I know you’re probably very confused right now, and I’m sorry for keeping this from you. I was scared and didn’t know how to tell you about everything. But I need you to know that I love you, and everything I did was to protect you.”

Protect me? My heart ached as I read those words. What could she have been protecting us from? I continued reading, each letter revealing pieces of a story I had never imagined. My daughter had been dealing with bullying at school, something she had kept hidden from us. She’d mentioned feeling isolated, afraid to speak out, fearing it would only make things worse. My eyes filled with tears as I realized the depth of her pain, the silent struggles she had endured alone.

The diary was even more revealing, containing entries that described her days, her thoughts, and her feelings of loneliness. But it also had moments of joy—stories of her friendships, her dreams for the future, and her love for us. I could see her courage in her words, her attempts to stay strong despite everything she was going through.

Among the keepsakes, I found a small, worn-out friendship bracelet. It was woven with colors that symbolized different emotions—red for courage, blue for peace, yellow for happiness. Attached to it was a note: “This is for my safe place, my home. Please remember me with love and not with sadness.”

As I sat there, surrounded by the remnants of her world, I felt a mixture of emotions—grief, love, regret, and an overwhelming sense of sadness for not having known. But amidst the sorrow, I also felt a sense of peace. Despite everything, my daughter had still found a way to communicate with us, to leave behind a part of herself that spoke to us from beyond.