Dear Ferdinand,
guess what I pulled out from under the bed just now?
A box. Filled with lovely, cute, and handsome clothes you never got to wear.
I have never forgotten about the box, every night aware of its weight sitting on the carpet under the bed when I crawl into bed to snuggle with Lyra. I have never forgotten how I made my way through the stores, looking at boy’s clothes (a new territory to me) and smiled and imagined you wearing the clothes, running, shouting, waving your arm, slinging mud.
Seeing these clothes again filled me with a sore longing for you, my boy. And I had a much-needed cry.
How I miss you.
Your father and I decided we will hang on to the box. Maybe some day one of your sisters will use them on their children, if they have a son. With this world, with life, you just never know.
I still hold hope we meet again.
Till then, know that I love you, and miss you.
Love,
mama
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