For over fifteen years, Emily held onto the letter.
She should have burnt it. Certainly she had come close to
doing so on several occasions. But every time, she stayed her hand. When her
mother had abandoned her and her sister Stephanie, running away from her responsibilities,
Emily knew she could never forgive her. When the letter arrived a few months
later, she never opened it, not caring about whatever justifications or lies her
mother had.
But on her eighteenth birthday, Stephanie asked to read the
letter, so Emily opened it.
The letter she expected. The cheque, not so much.
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