Dear Peter Louis,

I know it has been two and a half years since your life was taken from my body, but I think I've finally come to terms with myself, and that perhaps I am ready to move on from this terrible experience both you and I endured. It wasn't my choice. I wanted so much to have you and love you, but my parents, your grandparents, would not allow it. You died on July 6, 1995. You were only inside me for six weeks, but I knew and still today know in my heart that you would have been a beautiful little boy. I have dreams about you being a boy. You have my smile, your father's eyes. I named you after your father, and, even though your father and I parted six months ago, I will always have a bond with him through you.

Your birthday is coming up. You would have been two years old on March 1st. Each year, on your birthday, I light a candle and say a prayer. I only wish that I could light candles on a birthday cake, but I must settle for a window sill. It is said that from bad always comes good. I wonder if that's true. I'm 21 years old now and a year away from graduating with honors and entering law school. It was you who pushed me to better myself in life and for this I thank you, but I can't help but feel great sorrow sacrificing your life for mine. This is why I ask for your forgiveness. I know you are in the arms of my Godmother, who since passed away four years ago, and I feel the two of you near me as guardian angels. I love you very much and I hope to be united with you when my passing comes. Con mucho carino, su mami