[Yiren's mom's letter]
My little Yiren,
If you are reading this, then life has given you something beautiful—love.
I wish I were there to see it. To hold your hand, to brush your hair behind your ear as I used to when you were little, to tell you that you deserve every ounce of happiness this world has to offer. But I am not there, and that is the cruelest part of this life—we don't always get to stay as long as we want. But even in my absence, my love for you remains. It always will.
My darling, I see what you are doing. I see the way you build walls around yourself, shutting out love as if it were a luxury you cannot afford. You tell yourself that it's better this way, that if you never let love in, no one will ever have to grieve you the way your Papa is grieving me. But, my love, that is not living. That is only waiting to disappear.
