Letters to Mom

I made your soup last week and finally got it right. I cried into the pot. I wanted to call you and tell you so badly.

I know I was a hard kid. I get it now, holding my own. Thank you for not giving up the way I deserved.

— your daughter

I got married and I saved you a seat anyway. Everyone understood. The seat wasn't empty. You were in every part of that day.

— your little girl, all grown up