Lebensborn2/Maeliss

My dear Maeliss, my dear unknown little girl,

On the second of June, you will be fourteen. It will then be six years since the day I did not take you in my arms.

No news from you, as from the day of your abduction, but when I think about the first eight years of your life, that we spent together, one feeling only comes to my heart : happiness.

At the bottom of my heart, there is still, today, a little eight years old girl, who keeps on offering me lovely memories.

The young maid you are now is unknown to me. That is not because I did not want to see you grow up, or because I wanted to drop you aside, or because I wanted to forget about you, but because European Injustice and human selfishness created and allowed such a impossible situation.

Perhaps one day you will think about meeting me. Perhaps will you be afraid of such a reunion.

I am as afraid of such a meeting as you are, but I love you. And even if Life has made of us two very different, and wounded persons, I will never forget all the happiness you gave me, as my little daughter.

Whatever happens in the future, you must know that I love you, and will always love you. I will always have fond memories of the little girl you were, and would be delighted to meet the young lady are becoming.

For the time being, I do not have the right to kiss you, to hold you in my arms, to take you along to share wonderful moments, like in the past. I do not have the right to organize your birthday either.

So, like every year, I can only leave a few words that you will perhaps, somehow, read :

Happy birthday, my big pretty girl!

From your mother – your real mother.

Sabine.

Merci à Pascal, un des meilleurs amis de coeur de Maëliss, pour la traduction