For nearly 36 years, Dad called Mom “my angel.” After everything they’d survived, we thought we understood why. But when we brought his hidden letter downstairs, Mom took one look at the envelope and went pale. Her reaction made me wonder what we didn’t know.
My mother was cutting apples when my sister Beth and I brought Dad’s hidden letter into the kitchen.
The moment she saw the envelope, she put down the knife.
“Where did you find that?”
“In the attic,” I said. “Under the photographs.”
Beth placed the wooden box on the table. Mom stared at it.
Dad had been dead almost a year.
Whatever he’d hidden, he’d never told her.
On the envelope, he’d written, “For my angel. I’m sorry I had to keep this from you for so long. Please open it on your first birthday without me.”
My name is Cara.
I was nine months old when Dad’s accident changed our lives.
He was 25.
Mom was 23.
He survived, but never walked again.
The left side of his face was permanently disfigured.
Doctors warned that complications from his injuries might leave him only ten years.
Everyone expected Mom to leave him.
Her parents begged her to start over.
My grandmother even brought it up at my first birthday party.
Mom refused.
Against the doctors’ expectations, my parents had two more children.
Dad lived long enough to watch all three of us grow up.
He died shortly after Mom’s 59th birthday.
For nearly 36 years, he called her “my angel.”
We thought we knew everything about their marriage.
“Did Dad ever mention this?” Beth asked.
Mom shook her head.
“Then why do you recognize the box?”
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