How are you now, sweetheart? I am hoping you'll see this 20 years from now.
|We are not blood related, I haven't met your mom and dad. Well we have few friends in common but your parents decided to live elsewhere thus, meeting you then wasn't possible. Sweetheart, you were just 3 years old when I first met you. Virtually.
I am writing you this letter coming from a fresh experience, a heart-wrecking one.
First, I don't wish to remind you of the pain, that's the last thing I want you to feel. I only hope that once you're a lot older and you begin to question everything around you this unsolicited advice will come across. Let's just say that 20 years in my mind is today.
You and hundreds of other kids were displaced, some were named others weren't. Some were left and probably some up until today were not recovered. Thousands of hearts ached for you, sweetheart. We gathered together to this virtual community in high hopes we can trace you. We are clueless, constantly jumping from one hypothesis to another. Fearing other people will take you away from us. Like thousands of lives taken away by nature.
This lifelong battle will be hard but may you find within you the courage to face each day with a cheerful heart.