Grace’s Last Gift
Months passed, and Ethan learned to smile again, though his eyes still carried the shadow of loss. Every time he looked at Hope, he saw Grace—the same warm eyes, the same gentle expression.
He would rock her to sleep and tell her stories about the mother she would never meet but who had loved her more than life itself.
One evening, when Hope was six months old, Ethan was sorting through Grace’s belongings when he found a small notebook tucked inside her handbag. Inside, she had written letters to their unborn daughter.
The first page said:
“My little one, if you’re reading this someday, know that your mommy loves you more than anything. If I can’t be there to hold you, I hope your daddy will tell you how much I believed in you, how much I dreamed of seeing your first smile.”
Ethan sat there, tears flowing freely. He whispered, “She’s smiling now, Grace. You’d be so proud.”
