And when I was scared and alone and needed him most, he just turned his back and walked away like we meant nothing. I told everyone he died because I was ashamed. I didn’t want people to judge you or treat you differently. I wanted you to grow up loved, not pitied.
I know his name, but that’s all. He didn’t leave us anything else. But, baby, none of this is your fault. You’re good. You’re pure. You’re mine. And I love you more than anything I’ve ever had in this world.
There’s something else, sweetheart. I’m sick. The doctors say I don’t have much time left.
I’m recording this now because I want you to know the truth someday, when you’re old enough to understand. I’m hiding it in your bunny because I know you’ll keep him safe.”
I couldn’t hold back my tears as Nora’s final message reached through time, wrapping her son in love and reassurance.
“If Uncle Ollie is the one loving you now, then that’s exactly where you belong,” she said softly. “Trust him, sweetheart. Let him care for you. He’s your family, and he will never leave you. I’m so sorry I won’t be there to watch you grow, but please remember this—you were wanted. You were loved. And you always will be.”