preface

 

Preface

This book is a collection of letters—words I never spoke aloud—written across the distance that separates me from my mother. It is a story marked by silence, longing, and the quiet ache of separation.

I live far away now, in the UK, waiting for a visa that may take years to bring us together again. Each day holds a mix of hope and pain, moments of despair and the stubborn flicker of faith. These letters carry all of that — the sadness of being apart, the memories we share, and the love that refuses to fade despite time and distance.

There are no easy answers here, no neat resolutions. Instead, these pages hold the truth of waiting — the uncertainty, the loneliness, and the strength it takes to keep love alive when worlds stand between you.

This is my voice, my heart, my story. It is a letter to my mother, a bridge across the miles, a hope that someday we will close the gap between us.

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