Chapter 25 - diane’s apology to lily finally named elena
The annual letters had continued.
Dominic screened them.
Owen read some.
Lily ignored all of them.
Until fifteen.
Then one envelope arrived with a separate note to Dominic.
If Lily ever chooses to read only one thing from me, I hope it can be this.
No request.
No pressure.
Dominic showed Lily the note.
She rolled her eyes.
“That sounds manipulative.”
“Maybe.”
“You think?”
“I think you decide whether to read it.”
Lily left it unopened for three weeks.
Then opened it one night after everyone else went to bed.
Dominic found her at the kitchen table.
Crying.
He sat across from her.
“Want company?”
She nodded.
He did not ask to read.
Lily eventually handed him the letter.
Diane had written:
Lily,
The cruelest thing I did before the day of the suitcase was teach you that being like your mother was something wrong with you.
It was not.
I disliked things in Elena that made me uncomfortable with myself.
She was gentle without being obedient.
She could disagree with me without becoming frightened of me.
When Dominic changed as a husband and father, I blamed her instead of accepting that he was becoming his own person.
After Elena died, I told myself the house needed me.
For a while, maybe it did.
Then I began treating being needed as being entitled to stay in charge.
You looked like Elena.
You cried like Elena.
You reminded Dominic of Elena.
Instead of accepting that grief and love could exist together, I blamed you for keeping her present.
You were five years old.
You were not responsible for anyone’s grief.
You were not responsible for my insecurity.
You were not responsible for your father moving forward.
You were not responsible for Owen being anxious.
And being sensitive was never the problem.
My need to control sensitivity was.
Lily stopped reading there.
“She said Mom changed you.”
Dominic looked at the table.
“She did.”
“Was that bad?”
“No.”
“How?”
He smiled.
“I used to think keeping peace with my mother was part of being a good son.”
Lily understood immediately.
“Mom didn’t.”
“No.”
“She thought I let too much slide.”
“Did you fight?”
“Yes.”
“A lot?”
“Enough.”
Lily smiled faintly.
Then looked back at the letter.
“Do you wish Mom had been nicer to Grandma?”
Dominic shook his head.
“I wish I had been clearer sooner.”
Lily cried.
“That’s not the same.”
“No.”
She finished the letter.
Diane’s final lines:
I am not asking you to become someone who sees me.
I am asking only that, if my old voice still tells you being like Elena is a flaw, replace it with the truth.
Your mother was not weak.
Neither are you.
Diane
Lily stared.
“She didn’t sign Grandma.”
Dominic noticed.
“No.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
Lily thought.
“Maybe because she knows I don’t call her that.”
Possible.
But Dominic did not invent the answer.
“Maybe.”
Lily folded the letter.
“Do you think she changed?”
“Some.”
“How much?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you forgive her?”
Dominic looked at his daughter.
There were layers to that too.
“For what she did to me?”
“Maybe partly.”
“For what she did to you?”
His voice hardened despite the years.
“That is harder.”
Lily nodded.
“Me too.”
Then she surprised him.
“I’m glad she wrote this.”
Dominic waited.
“I still don’t want to see her.”
“That’s okay.”
Lily looked annoyed.
“You say that like you’re relieved.”
He laughed.
“I am.”
“Dad.”
“I’m allowed feelings.”
“You’re not allowed to make them my decision.”
He stared.
Then smiled.
“Correct.”
Lily folded the letter and placed it beside Elena’s photograph.
Not because Diane belonged beside Elena.
Because the lie and the truth had finally been separated.
Diane had once told Lily:
You are bad because you are like your mother.
Years later, Diane herself had written the correction.
She could not erase the damage.
But she could stop defending it.
For Lily, that was enough.
Not forgiveness.
May you like
Enough.
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