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If you’re reading this, please remember that he was here. That I was his mom. And that I loved him more than life itself.
— Anna.”
By the time I reached the end, my hands were shaking. I pressed the paper to my heart, tears falling freely. My little boy tugged at my sleeve.
“Mommy, why are you sad?”
I told him it was “just dust,” but in truth, my heart was breaking for a woman I’d never met — a mother who had lost everything she loved.
Finding Anna
I went back to the flea market. The same vendor remembered me instantly.
“Those shoes?” she said softly. “A man sold them — said his neighbor, Anna, was moving away. Didn’t want to take the box of children’s things.”
That was the clue I needed.