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To my unseen child

Dear baby,

It has been 10 months since I and you lost the cord between us. I still cant believe that it happened to me...to you...to us.

Bt yes, it happened. And no mother can ever explain how it feels. You suddenly stopped being part of me. And after that I stopped writing at all... I never read any of my letters for you since that day, untill today.

Today, i decided to have this conversation with you as I have realized that i cant make peace with life without forgiving and forgetting.

And I have reasons to move on. I am expecting again... Expecting YOU again. And i want to tell you that I am not able to be as happy as I was the previous time.

I feel insecure and scared. Even a hint of pain scares me to no end.

On first of september, we shall complete three months of being together. Uptill now, i was avoiding to write to you, avaoiding to even think of you coz when this all is suddenly lost, it hurts like nothing else.

But then I realised that this is not fair to you...not fair to me as well. We have all the rights to make the most of the time we get together.

So, now on...i shall start loving you as i did last time. You must not feel that mumma is punishing you for no reason.

Now on...we two shall cherish every moment of your being, together.

Love;
Mumma :)
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