Monday, November 12, 2012

A Note: Part II

Yesterday I mentioned a note I found on my desk five years ago that came back to me via Genevieve's toy basket.  Today, G was sitting on my lap drawing pictures in a little notebook that was unearthed from the trunk that my childhood doll and her things were stored in.  I glanced down as she was flipping through the pages and found this.  A note in neat print from my pre-teen self:

Hello daughter,
You are in my imagination now.  Your father is unknown, or maybe I already know him.  I like loving someone who doesn't even exist.  I'm cleaning this trunk out and making it neat.  I will have it ready for you.

It gave me goosebumps to read it, and embarrassed me just a little.

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