What a glorious day. The sun is high in the sky, there is a gentle breeze blowing and I decided it just the perfect day to take a walk through our community Conservation Trail.
As I often do, I was admiring the backyards of my neighbors, the trees, shrubs and flowers along the path when I came upon a folded piece of paper. The paper is a beautiful color of rose with scalloped edges and begs to be picked up. Curious, I picked it up and thought: It is too pretty to be something that someone discarded. I wonder what it says. I wonder if there is a name inside so I can return it.
I stop and read the contents of this note and was instantly taken aback. It is a note from a mother to her daughter expressing such sorrow I begin to weep. The note read:
“Dear, sweet daughter,
I am so sorry you are going through such a terrible time. So many weighty problems have plagued you these last few years it is no wonder you have sunken into a quagmire of despair. I have tried many times to reach out to you in hopes that together we could work towards making your life meaningful again but to no avail. You have refused my help and the help of others and now find yourself alone and unable to fight your way back to sanity. At some point when you have a moment of clarity of mind, please reach out and I will be at your side. I miss you, I miss your smile, I miss your laughter, and I desperately miss you, my sweet girl”.
The note ended there. I could see tear stains on the paper. I found myself crying even harder leaving my own tears stains on this beautiful piece of note paper. There was no name, no signature so, alas, I could not return it to the author. I put it back where I found it in hopes the author would realize that she had dropped it and would return to find it.
Writing 101–Day Five: Be Brief