I sniffed gently sitting on a chair inside a small coffee shop just outside the hospital as I took out a pen and a piece of paper and began writing
Letter to my beloved son Mason.
Dear Mason,
If you are reading this letter then It means that I'm no longer alive but you are, and the first thing I'd like to say is that I am glad to know that you are healthy again as nothing would make me happier.
I wrote down those words and then wiped the tears off my eyes.
I am sorry for not being there to welcome you in person and I know you are mad at me but I hope that you will find a way to forgive me. I hope that you will not grow up being mad at me for leaving you the way I did because I had no other choice.
If there was another way then I would have taken it, yet I am leaving without any regre
