My beautiful Marc,

Summer has almost passed and not a single piece of news. I keep hoping that you will contact me one day. How could it be otherwise ???
Where were you this summer, what were you doing? Always the same questions and no answers never.
I was at the seaside because I love nature and the sea particularly. I read a lot, spent time swimming and running, walking and thinking of you.
I want you to know that I think of you every day even if I don't write regularly, I think of you and I sometimes feel that you can receive some of the love I have for you, that we are in contact somehow.
I was just brushing by a picture of you when you were little and I was thinking " how could he not have the same huge need to see me again ?"It was like I could express my feelings to you at the same moment. You and I have been as close as a mother and her little child can be. It will always be so for me. Please, don't let anyone separate us again, time is passing by and time is so precious.

I miss you,

Maman

My sweetheart,

  I have been real busy the past few months preparing a competitive exam to become a School librarian( which I passed) .That's why I have not had much time  to write but I have thought of you every day as always. Yesterday, I was hiking in the Chartreuse ( in the Alps) and it was so majestic I could just be in harmony with you. I love nature, the mountains and the ocean. I'm wondering where you live and what you like doing, what your hobbies are... I hope so much you can come to me one day. I remember you so well, I remember the color of your eyes and the brightness of your smile. You were the most beautiful child a mother could dream of and I was extremely proud !
Yesterday, my sister took Silk to Paris and they went where you and her had been when you were little, the Eiffel tower, the jardin des Tuileries. This is part of your history too, France is also your country and it is a beautiful place. One day, I'll show you.

Take care of yourself my love,
Je t'aime de tout mon coeur,

Maman

My sweet Marc,

I know I am a little early to wish you your fifteenth bithday ( It is unreal for me to think you are turning 15 this year ! ) but I am going to the mountains tomorrow for the whole week and I won't have internet access there to email you on the 20th. I have missed about 11 years of your life , I still picture you as a liitle boy since you were 6 the last time I saw you. This horrible gap is a  total nonsense for me. I hope so much you feel the necessity to reach out for me Marc , I hope so much you will be able to ask yourself questions soon and understand there is something totally crazy that people around you have tried to make you believe during all those years. I have never never abandonned you and I have desperately kept looking for you. You are my son , not only your father's, I am the one who gave you birth and you are my first baby. How could I forget that, do as if it had never happened , continue my life without you as someone from your father's friends had suggested me one day !!! This will never happen, you are a huge part of my life and everybody in my family , in your family in France, talks about you as if you had never left . You live in our hearts .
I could try to imagine what you look like today but I still have your clear smile anf beautiful eyes so present on my mind that I know I would recognize you from a million people. I don't need to draw a picture of you , the minute I'd see you, it would be as if time resumed where it had stopped 8 years ago. You were and are amazingly beautiful, that I am sure.
For your birthday, the thing I wish the most for you is happiness . I would be so relieved if only I knew that you were happy and had a normal life. I hope you are surrounded by good friends and people you can count on. I also hope you gain freedom soon...

I love you more than anyone on earth, nobody had never told you that of me, however it is so true my love ! One day, when you see me again, you'll know.

Be courageous and  open-minded,

Je t'aime infiniment,
Joyeux anniversaire mon Amour,

Maman