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A bed-time story: “Things that matter”
Dear Grandma,
I am writing to share with you something that I’ve just realised, twenty years past your death. I hope it’s not too late for me to change my ways.
I’m now thirty years old but I guess I was not a mature woman until today.
Do you remember Charlotte and Jane? Do you remember the annoying spoiled little brat I used to be? Do you remember how I would spend endless hours in the garden combing Charlotte’s golden hair, dressing her in beautiful silk dresses, staring at her porcelain face and glassy green eyes, wishing to be as beautiful as she was? And do you remember Jane, my “plain little Jane”, with whom I used to play quite roughly, in spite of it being a present from you? You made her for me, using all sorts of different fabrics. However, her black hair and her eyes made of buttons were not appealing enough for me. I bet I made mom really proud, as I rejected what was meaningful and chose what was beautiful instead.
Nowadays, I particularly remember that episode in which you had to stitch Jane’s arm back on and you told me, with tears falling down your cheeks, “Someday you’ll understand”. But I didn’t. The next thing I remember was you being seriously ill and… (I cannot even say the word)… dying…
In spite of all the pain that event caused me, it was not until today, on my fourth month of pregnancy, that I understood what you were trying to say then.
Yes, Grandma… I found all the letters that you have writtent o me, one for each phase of my life… They were letters of advice, of guidance but, most of all, they gave me the clear notion of how much you loved me!
So, today I’m writing to tell you that I finally understand what Jane meant to you, what it should’ve meant to me… I wish I’d known… Jane was your last gift for me… one last gesture of love… I still wonder if you knew you were dying,
Anyway, I’ve read all your letters and it finally struck me that what matters in life is not how beautiful or expensive things are… what really matters is the love we put into making them and giving them to people.
I think that, wherever you are, you’ll be happy to know that I’ll call my daughter Emily (yes, I do know it was your mother’s name…).
Besides, I’m sewing a new “Jane” for her. It’s my last token of love for you and the first of many I intend to give this child!
Goodbye and thank you, Grandma!
With all my love,
Amelia

[Twelve years later, Emily found this letter and she felt immensely grateful towards her great-grandma for teaching her mom how to love.]