As soon as I got to the hospital to see Suzie, my wife, and our new twins, my heart was filled with joy and excitement.
When I saw them, my heart began to sing. In terms of balloons, both the nursery at home and the car were overflowing with them. It’s hard to believe that the nursery was so clean.
While we were getting ready to meet our new family member, Suzie’s favorite songs were playing softly on a well-made mix. The music was very well put together. I was determined to make Suzie’s return home even more memorable than it already was because of what she had been through while she was pregnant. I knew how hard things had been for her.
That being said, I couldn’t say a word when I got to her hospital room because of what was going on. No matter if my girls Emily and Grace were sleeping soundly in their bassinets or not, Suzie was still nowhere to be found.
There was only one piece of paper on the table next to the bed, and the room was awfully quiet. A pretty small amount of work was done. I was so excited that my hands shook when I grabbed it. It was easy to read her handwriting, but the lines were very strange:
Leaving. Make sure that they stay safe and healthy. It would be best for you to look into why your mother did the things she did to me.
Not long after, anxiety began to creep in. I ran right to the nurses’ station to ask her where she was because I wanted to know where she had gone. She checked out that morning, and I told them I had everything they sent. All of them said I wasn’t. I didn’t know why she was leaving, and this was definitely not how she was leaving. Everyone was shocked when she left. At least, that’s how I thought she felt about how much she enjoyed it.
It felt great to walk my girls back to their house while holding them close. Every thought I had was much worse than the one that came next in my mind, which was swimming with questions. When I pulled into the driveway, my mom, Mandy, was ready for me and gave me a warm welcome. There was a huge smile on her face as she held a baking dish.
On the other hand, her happiness and pleasure left as soon as she looked at me. I threw Suzie a note that was meant for her.
“What deeds did you perform?” You asked me to make it.
Even though she was looking at the page, her face started to lose its color. “What are you speaking about?”
“You really know my intentions!” I broke when things were really hard for me. “What acts did you perform against Suzie?”
My mom had a hard time answering, even though she knew she hadn’t broken any rules. She stumbled over her words. “I know nothing about her leaving’s cause.” At that time, I thought everything was fine. Even though we had different ideas, I didn’t try to force her to leave. I didn’t do anything.
In no way did what she said help me calm down from my fears. Suzie had never been able to get Mandy’s full approval before that. The way Suzie solved things was different, and she thought she was pretty independent. Over the years, there had been many fights, sarcastic comments, and scary moments of quiet between the two sides. From a different point of view, has its growth reached this point?
As I held Emily and Grace all night, I switched between trying to hide how I felt and trying to keep them from crying too much. I was trying to do both at the same time. From what I remember, the note stayed on fire. No one knows why Suzie wanted me to talk to my mom. What made her want to do this? Mandy might be trying to hide something from us.
To my surprise, I was the first person called early the next morning. Not only had Suzie not been able to talk to her, but none of her coworkers, neighbors, or friends had been able to help her either. When her parents were called, they were just as scared as she was, even though they didn’t know as much about what was going on. I even told the police about a lost person, but they couldn’t do anything because there was no proof the person had been a victim of any kind of crime.
Suzie hadn’t been seen in a long time; the days turned into weeks without seeing her. When she wasn’t in the room, I made sure to pay most of my attention to my girls. Being with them was the only thing that got me out of bed every morning. They were the only reason I thought I could really live. At very late hours of the night, when the house was completely quiet, my mind kept going back to that note.
I found a letter one time while going through a box of old family pictures. I was trying to take my mind off the fact that I was looking at the pictures. My mom hid it behind a stack of papers with her handwriting.
It’s been a while since I wrote the note; I hadn’t even met Suzie yet. The person the letter was meant for, Clara, was a name I didn’t know. The letter got to my friend. After reading that this was the exact case, it was pretty clear to me that Clara was Suzie’s mom. The letter had choices that caused two families to grow apart, accusations of betrayal, and a fight that caused a lot of disagreement. All of these things were written down in the letter.
I found what my mother said to be very upsetting. Her accusation was that Clara was to blame because she had ruined her life and stolen from her. At the very bottom of the message, there was a strange warning that read:
You will feel bad about what you did. There will be bad things happening to everyone in your family house.
The revelation had a lot of symbolic meaning. Since my mom got into a fight with her family, is it likely that Suzie ran away because of that? I talked to her almost right away.
Mandy first denied all the charges that were made against her. On the other hand, the fact that the letter was delivered made it seem like her shields had been broken. She said that her relationship with Clara had been bad for a long time because of something she didn’t want to talk about. She said that the experience led to this connection. She said about the event, “It happened a long time ago.” She didn’t think much about it. “What relation exists between that and Suzie’s leaving?”
I did not agree with the statement, though. The note that Suzie left for me inspired me to be here at this time for a reason.
