After the ceremony was finished and everyone went their way, Pinky went to back the sanatorium and to her desk. Almost completely exhausted physically and emotionally, she took pen and paper and began to write a letter to Robert: To my son Robert: the son I always wanted but never had. You once asked me if I would be your Momma. That question seemed to me to be inappropriate. I should have been asking you if I could be your Momma. I took pride in your accomplishments such as only a mother could have in a child. You brought me happiness that I shall never have for anything again. Rest well, youll always be in my heart. Folding the paper, she put it in her special place, along with a drawing of an angel.
