Letter Four

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Dear Fleur,

Fleur Reynolds was the name you were born with.
Samuel Wu was the name I
was born with.

Now, you were Fleur Dubois.
Now, I was Stella Wu.

We both started as people we were never meant to be.

You found yourself in the right family at six years old.
The Dubois'.
The second of their adopted children.
Arriving just two years after Jin.

Looking at you now, no one would've ever guessed your true origins.
With your breathtaking smile and upbeat attitude.
A heart of gold, too.
No one would've thought to link you to a past of drugs and prostitution.
An unknown father with nothing more than the notorious "John" linked to his identity.
No one would ever know you hadn't been potty trained until seven years old due to a negligent birth mother.
For hours at a day you'd have to sit in your own mess.
The horrors of your past were heartbreaking.

And yet, you still found it in you
to be happy every day.
Compliment people on how pretty their smiles were
and watch them blush rose red.
Uplift the moods of everyone you came in contact with.
That's you, Fleur.
You make people bloom into the very thing your name suggests.

You made me see
how ugly the foster system was.
You made me understand
just how weak overworked social workers could be.
You made me realize
that every little bit of change mattered no matter who it came from.

I made a promise to myself that day.
I too would make a difference
like that.
I too would adopt and love and give a child everything they ever needed and more.

The sparkle in your eyes when you spoke of meeting your parents for the first time made my heart flutter.

Fleur, you gave me the hope of motherhood.
I adore you for that.

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