My dearest Eliyahu,
Eleven years… eleven years without you in my arms, without hearing your voice, without watching you grow. You were just a baby the last time I saw you, so small, so perfect, so full of life. I still remember the way you looked at me, the way your tiny hand wrapped around my finger, like you already knew I would always be yours.
Not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought of you. I imagine what you might look like now — how tall you’ve grown, whether you smile the same way, whether you laugh easily. I wonder what your favorite things are, what makes you happy, what dreams you might have. These thoughts live with me every single day.
Eliyahu, my heart has never stopped searching for you. Even after all this time, I have never given up hope. A mother doesn’t forget. A mother doesn’t stop loving. You are a part of me, forever and always.
If somehow these words reach you, I want you to know this: you were wanted, you were loved, and you are still loved more than anything in this world. Nothing that has happened could ever change that. There is not a single moment where you have been forgotten.
I don’t know what you’ve been told, or what you believe, but please know that I have been waiting for you every single day. My arms have never stopped aching to hold you again. My heart has never stopped calling your name.
Wherever you are, I pray that you are safe. I pray that you are surrounded by kindness. And I pray that one day, somehow, we will find our way back to each other.
Until that day comes, I will keep hoping. I will keep searching. I will keep loving you with everything I have.
You are my son. You are my heart. And you always will be.
With all the love in my soul,
Mum