After the ceremony was finished and everyone went
their way, Pinky went to back the sanatorium and to
her desk. Almost completely exhausted physically and
emotionally, she took pen and paper and began to write a
letter to Robert:
To my son Robert: the son I always wanted but never had.
You once asked me if I would be your Momma. That
question seemed to me to be inappropriate. I should have
been asking you if I could be your Momma. I took pride in
your accomplishments such as only a mother could have in a
child. You brought me happiness that I shall never have for
anything again. Rest well, you’ll always be in my heart.
Folding the paper, she put it in her special place, along
with a drawing of an angel.