Write a letter to anyone about anything. Say what you have always wanted to say but have been afraid
Dear Psyche,
I spent my life wondering if I really had a mother who cared... a mother who wanted me and loved me as much as I wanted her to. Yet when I finally did get to meet you, I know I did not give you the kind of reception that you’d hoped for. I am sorry if I hurt you by doing so, however I wish you to understand.
My life has not been an easy one, as I know yours has not either.
One of my earliest memories is of asking my foster mother if she was my mother, only to have the answer that she wasn’t. I then asked my other foster mother and she also said no. I believed that I was one of the lost ones. One of the mortal children who sometimes stumbled into our realm and were kept. The fosterlings. Yet, then I realized none of them had wings... no one had wings like I did. Oh there were a few who had wings, but they looked so different from my own that I knew that I did not come from them.
I grew up dreaming that someday my real parents would come and take me home... a dream I gave up on as I reached my first century. Do not get me wrong, I love and loved my foster family as if I was one of their own, and was loved the same... yet there is something inside that always says, you are not one of them. That is why I believe when I reached half a millennia and my first true love was killed, when Brigid arranged for my move to the other side of the world, I went without a fight. I never really felt like a part of a family there. Not until recently.
I have only really been a part of a true family until now. This is the first time I have had a real family. Having a mother, when the two I once believed were, I found were not… scared me. I care for you. Even love you. But both our hearts need to be healed and that will take time. Time that we both have. We have eternity to get to know each other.
Àille
Goddess of Peace and Serenity
She looked over the letter with a close eye, then held it close to the flame that flickered in front of her, not quite letting it touch. She knew she should send this letter to her mother, yet she did not know if she could. Pulling it back, she folded it up, sealed it into an envelope, and placed it into her desk, knowing none would touch it there. It would be there when she was ready to send it.
I spent my life wondering if I really had a mother who cared... a mother who wanted me and loved me as much as I wanted her to. Yet when I finally did get to meet you, I know I did not give you the kind of reception that you’d hoped for. I am sorry if I hurt you by doing so, however I wish you to understand.
My life has not been an easy one, as I know yours has not either.
One of my earliest memories is of asking my foster mother if she was my mother, only to have the answer that she wasn’t. I then asked my other foster mother and she also said no. I believed that I was one of the lost ones. One of the mortal children who sometimes stumbled into our realm and were kept. The fosterlings. Yet, then I realized none of them had wings... no one had wings like I did. Oh there were a few who had wings, but they looked so different from my own that I knew that I did not come from them.
I grew up dreaming that someday my real parents would come and take me home... a dream I gave up on as I reached my first century. Do not get me wrong, I love and loved my foster family as if I was one of their own, and was loved the same... yet there is something inside that always says, you are not one of them. That is why I believe when I reached half a millennia and my first true love was killed, when Brigid arranged for my move to the other side of the world, I went without a fight. I never really felt like a part of a family there. Not until recently.
I have only really been a part of a true family until now. This is the first time I have had a real family. Having a mother, when the two I once believed were, I found were not… scared me. I care for you. Even love you. But both our hearts need to be healed and that will take time. Time that we both have. We have eternity to get to know each other.
Àille
Goddess of Peace and Serenity
She looked over the letter with a close eye, then held it close to the flame that flickered in front of her, not quite letting it touch. She knew she should send this letter to her mother, yet she did not know if she could. Pulling it back, she folded it up, sealed it into an envelope, and placed it into her desk, knowing none would touch it there. It would be there when she was ready to send it.