It feels rather trite to repeat the slogan “woman, mother and wife,” so I prefer, above all else, to be a person. This is the story of my life—devoid of proper names, but entirely real.I am Vanina Vergara - C.V. Vergara to the english-speaking world born in Asunción- Paraguay. I have three children whom I love deeply, and this is my life.These letters were not written to elicit pity nor to be applauded for simply surviving. I wrote them because I could no longer bear the silence. Because there are things that, if you do not release them, corrode you from within. Because one day I realised I was made of fragments… of memories, of wounds, of voices, of desires—and of paper. And because, if ever my daughter, my sons, or anyone I love wishes to understand who I was—beyond what was said about me—here is my truth.These letters are my way of saying: “I am here. I was real. I loved. I suffered. I fell. I rose. And I keep walking.”---A Letter from My Adult Self to My Little GirlHello, my love.It is me.The woman you became.The one who survived.The one who finally listens to you.I write to tell you something no one told you in time:you did the right thing.You were not wrong for sensing that something was amiss.You were not mad.You were not exaggerating.Nor were you weak for wanting love, or for feeling fear.You were brave every day you chose not to become like them.You were a beacon in the dark, even if no one acknowledged it.They used you, they demanded of you, they laid upon you guilt that was never yours.And yet, you continued to love.You continued to dream that someone would choose you, care for you, truly see you.Today I come to tell you: I see you.You should never have had to be anyone’s mother.You should never have had to endure shouting, blows, or the pain of feeling invisible.You should never have been a crutch, a shield, or a witness to horror.But you were.And you survived.And though you are tired, broken, and bewildered, you are still here.I—your adult self—promise you will no longer be alone.You will not have to beg for love.You will not have to make yourself strong just to avoid abandonment.You will not have to look after everyone in order to feel you deserve to exist.Now I will look after you.I believe you. I hold you. I listen to you. I respect you.And each day I set a boundary, I do it also for you.Because your life matters.Your pain matters.And you deserve peace, tenderness, and a new world.And if no one told you before:I am proud of you, my love.You did well.You survived.Now let us live—together.With all my love,Your adult self.I read letters sent to mailto:[email protected]

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