The letter began, “My dearest Catherine, if you are reading this, it means your father has shown his true colors, as I always feared he would. But remember, my love, life is not measured by the wealth we accumulate but by the richness of our experiences and the love we give and receive.”
I paused, overwhelmed by the weight of her words. My mother had always been the quieter force in our family, overshadowed by my father’s charisma and ambition. Yet, here she was, reaching out across the decades to remind me of my own worth.
“You were always destined for something greater than material wealth,” the letter continued. “You have the heart of a poet and the soul of a teacher. Embrace that, and know that I am immensely proud of you.”
