It was a letter.
The Letter in the Shoe
“To whoever finds this,
These shoes belonged to my son, Jacob. He was four when cancer took him. My husband left when the bills piled up. I’ve lost everything. I don’t know why I’m keeping his things — maybe because they’re all I have left of him.
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
Days passed, but the letter wouldn’t leave my mind. Who was Anna? Was she still alive? Did she know her son’s memory had found another mother’s hands?
