A thump of truth. Her letter will never show up in your mailbox. Maybe she never wrote one. But you need it to prove she's your mother. The Home only accepts daughters of mothers who once lived there. Adult daughters, even though you hit 40, they still want proof.
Who the hell still needs a letter from her mother? A note from home —
Dear So-and-So,
Please accept this letter as...blah blah blah.
Signed - Ms. Whatever
The thump of proof from the tight rope of your past where you're not sure the woman who raised you is really your mother or an aunt or an older sister but you can't spend a lifetime putting together pieces you'll never find. All you need now is that letter.
And you don't have all day to wait for the mail. Life goes on whether the mail shows up or not.
Forgery, out of the question. It never pays to fabricate. The truth thwacks us upside the head no matter what, even if invented. It's easier to catch the first time around. It's whether you want a split head or not and then even a note from your mother won't help.
The voice here is strong and this is a great paragraph,
"The thump of proof from the tight rope of your past where you're not sure the woman who raised you is really your mother or an aunt or an older sister but you can't spend a lifetime putting together pieces you'll never find. All you need now is that letter."
Thanks
This has kind of a cool and unique premise. A lot going on here. I dig it, for whatever that's worth.
This reads like a note that relates to a bigger back story. (I wrote one like that and it reminds me. I wonder if and how and whether to fix it, though it already was copied to a broadside.) I want to encourage this piece, so I fave it, and I also want the bigger back story to surface in it more.
Thank you, Steve and Sheldon.
Ann: Working on it, meanwhile seeing how mini and micro I can get for this format. Thanks for seeing beneath the notes.
Mysterious. Why indeed would the narrator need a note from her mother at 40. Intriguing.