Girl Sends Letters to Late Mom Asking to Take Her Away from Aunt, Gets a Reply in Mailbox

When every sliver of hope turns into darkness and despair, an orphaned little girl turns to her late mother for help. She writes letters and posts them to her dead mother, begging her to take her away from her evil aunt.

One day, an answer arrives. It was a bright and sunny Sunday morning. The reflection of the cloudless blue sky sparkling in seven-year-old Vicky’s big brown eyes as her mother, Katie, braided her hair on their porch. Vicky’s shrill whistle fleeted across the air as Roger, their dog, came running with a frisbee in his mouth.

Sundays in their beautiful backyard would be filled with laughter and joy. So much fun the trio had, just so much of it. “Mommy, are we going to the zoo today? How about your favorite cookies and cream?” Vicky exclaimed. Katie laughed and shouted, “Hey, Roger, watch out!” Katie ran screaming as Vicky splashed water from the garden hose on her mom and dog. So much shouting and happiness sprawled in their little world.

They then drove off with Roger to the zoo and then to the ice cream parlor, placing bets on who would finish an entire ice cream tub in five minutes. Off they drove past the sun-kissed streets, singing along to Elvis as his “Now or Never” classic played on their car’s stereo. It was one of the best Sundays Vicky had ever had. If she only knew she’d have to wait for a long time before another happy weekend in her life.

The following Monday, after school, Vicki sat on the bench near her school gate, waiting for her mom to pick her up. Katie was an interior designer, and after her husband died of cancer a few years ago, she shuttled between work and tending to her daughter. But she managed to pull it off without any qualms. “It’s gonna be 4, why hasn’t mommy come yet?” Vicky grew tense as she kept checking the time on her wristwatch. It was half past four, and the Watchman was about to close the gate. Vicky was still sitting there, tears slowly dripping from her eyes, dropping onto the muddy ground, creating little mud spots.

Then suddenly, someone tapped her shoulder from behind. Vicky was startled, and from the very pressure of the touch, she could tell it wasn’t her mother. “Vicky Parker?” Yes, Vicky was startled to see a tall, stout, middle-aged policeman. “Vicky, please come with me. Your mommy won’t come.” Vicky was shocked as a stagnant pool of tears rested at the corner of her eyes, waiting to spill. “Why? Where’s Mommy?” The officer didn’t know how to answer, but it was his duty to tell Vicky that her mother had met with an accident and died.

“What? What happened to Mommy? Please take me to her!” Vicky pleaded. “Sorry, Vicky. Please stay strong. Let’s go to the police station. Someone’s waiting for you there.” The cop drove Vicky to the police station where Carla Harand was waiting for her. Poor Vicki had no idea how her life would turn into a nightmare from that very day.

Darling, I’m so sorry this happened to you,” Carla ran and wrapped her arms around Vicky. “I’ll take you home. Please stay strong.” Vicky was haunted by seeing Carla. She knew her mother and Carla never got along well and barely stayed in touch after their relationship turned sour over a property dispute. Vicky never remembered harboring any fondness for her aunt in her seven years of life. But Carla took Vicky under her wing, not because she loved .

Vicky was surprised by the sudden string of miracles that seemed to be unfolding before her. She sat in the car, uncertain of what awaited her at her new foster family’s home. The woman driving, Mrs. Johnson, tried to make her feel comfortable by engaging in light conversation

“Are you excited to meet your new family, Vicky?” Mrs. Johnson asked with a warm smile.

Vicky hesitated for a moment, still processing everything that had happened. She had endured so much pain and mistreatment under Carla’s care, and the thought of starting over with a new family brought a mix of emotions.

“I… I don’t know,” Vicky replied softly, her voice filled with uncertainty.

Mrs. Johnson nodded understandingly. “It’s completely normal to feel that way, Vicky. Change can be scary, but sometimes it brings us to a better place. You deserve to be in a loving and caring environment, and that’s what we hope to provide for you.”

As they arrived at their destination, Vicky looked out the window and saw a cozy-looking house with a neatly kept garden. It felt inviting, unlike the cold and unwelcoming atmosphere she had experienced at Carla’s mansion.

Mrs. Johnson opened the car door and walked with Vicky up to the front door. She rang the doorbell, and after a few moments, it swung open to reveal a warm-hearted couple standing inside.

“Welcome, Vicky!” the woman exclaimed, extending her arms for a hug. “I’m Mrs. Anderson, and this is my husband, Mr. Anderson. We’ve been waiting for you.”

Vicky felt a glimmer of hope as she embraced Mrs. Anderson. The couple radiated kindness and warmth, which immediately put her at ease.

“Thank you,” Vicky said, her voice filled with gratitude and relief.

As Vicky settled into her new home, she quickly realized that the Andersons were everything she had ever wished for in a family. They treated her with love, respect, and understanding, allowing her to heal from the wounds of her past.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Vicky began to blossom under the care of the Andersons. She rediscovered her love for laughter, joy, and the simple pleasures of childhood. Mrs. Anderson would braid her hair just like her mother used to, and Mr. Anderson would play catch with her in the backyard.

Every Sunday, the Andersons made sure to create wonderful memories for Vicky. They would go on outings to the zoo, have picnics in the park, or simply spend quality time together at home. These happy weekends became a regular part of Vicky’s life, filling her with a renewed sense of hope and happiness.

Vicky also continued to write letters to her late mother, pouring her heart out on the pages. Although she knew her mother couldn’t physically respond, the act of writing brought her solace and a sense of connection to her mom.

In one of her letters, Vicky expressed her gratitude for finding the Andersons and the love they had shown her. She thanked her mother for guiding her to this new family, believing that her messages had reached her in some way.

As the years went by, Vicky thrived in her new environment. She excelled in school, formed deep friendships, and pursued her passions with the unwavering support of the Andersons. They became her true family, and she found comfort in their unconditional love.

Throughout her journey, Vicky never forgot the difficult times she had endured. It fueled her determination to make a difference in the lives of other children who had experienced similar hardships. She dreamed of becoming a social worker, inspired by the hope that she could provide support and care to those in need.

Vicky’s dream of becoming a social worker grew stronger with each passing day. She was driven by her own experiences and the desire to make a positive impact on the lives of vulnerable children. The Andersons wholeheartedly supported her aspirations, encouraging her to pursue her dreams and providing guidance along the way.

Upon graduating from high school with honors, Vicky enrolled in a prestigious university to study social work. She immersed herself in her studies, eager to gain the knowledge and skills necessary to make a meaningful difference. During her time at university, she actively sought out internships and volunteer opportunities to gain practical experience in the field.

Vicky’s dedication and passion for her work didn’t go unnoticed. Her professors and mentors recognized her commitment and the empathy she demonstrated towards others. They encouraged her to take on challenging assignments and provided her with opportunities to work closely with experienced social workers.

As Vicky neared the end of her university journey, she started considering where she wanted to focus her efforts as a social worker. Given her own history, she felt a deep connection to children who had experienced abuse and neglect. She wanted to be their advocate, their voice, and their source of support.

After graduating with distinction, Vicky secured a position at a local child welfare organization. She worked tirelessly, tirelessly, visiting families, conducting assessments, and ensuring the safety and well-being of children in difficult circumstances. Her ability to empathize and connect with children and their families allowed her to make a lasting impact on their lives.

Vicky’s dedication didn’t stop there. She also actively engaged in advocacy work, striving to bring attention to the challenges faced by children in the foster care system. She spoke at conferences, wrote articles, and collaborated with other organizations to raise awareness and push for systemic change.

Over time, Vicky’s reputation as a compassionate and effective social worker grew. She became a trusted resource for her colleagues, a mentor for aspiring social workers, and a beacon of hope for the children she served. Her tireless efforts and unwavering commitment began to make a tangible difference in the lives of countless children and families.

As Vicky reflected on her journey, she couldn’t help but feel grateful for the twists of fate that led her to the Andersons. Without their love and support, she might never have discovered her own strength and resilience. She knew her mother would be proud of the person she had become and the impact she was making in the world.

Vicky’s journey from a place of darkness and despair to one of light and purpose inspired those around her. She proved that with love, determination, and the support of a caring family, one can overcome even the most challenging circumstances.

And so, Vicky continued to touch the lives of others, carrying her mother’s memory in her heart as she dedicated herself to making a difference.