When every sliver of Hope turns into darkness and despair, an orphaned little girl turns to her late mother for help. She writes letters and posts them to her dead mother begging her to take her away from her evil a lot one day an answer arrives. It was a bright and sunny Sunday morning. The reflection of the cloudless Blue Sky sparkling in seven-year-old Vicky’s Big Brown Eyes is her mother, Katie braided, her hair on their porch Vicki shrill whistle fleeted across the heires Roger their dog came running with a frisbee in his mouth. Sundays, in their beautiful backyard would be filled with laughter and joy, so much fun.
The trio had just so much of it. Mommy are we going to the zoo today how about your favorite, cookies and cream it on poppies? Katie laughed shouted, Vicky, hey, Roger watch out, Katie ran screaming as Vicky splashed water from the garden hose on her mom and dunk. So much shouting and happiness sprawled in their little worm, then drove off with Roger to the zoo and then to the ice cream. Parlor.
Placing bets on who would finish an entire ice cream tub in five minutes off. They drove past the Sunkissed straight singing, along to Elvis as its Now or Never classic playing on their car’s stereo. It was one of the best Sundays Vicky had ever had if she only knew she’d have to wait for a long time before another happy weekend in her life, the following Monday after school Vicki sat on the bench near her school gate waiting for her mom. To pick her up, Katie was an interior designer and, after her husband died of cancer a few years ago. She shuttled between work and tending to her daughter, but she managed to pull it off without any qualms.
It’S gon na be four. Why hasn’t mommy come yet? Vicky grew tends that she kept checking the time on her wristwatch. It was half past four and the Watchman was about to close the gate. Vicky was still sitting there.
Tears slowly dripping from her eyes dropping onto the muddy ground, creating little mud spots. Then, suddenly, someone tapped her shoulder from behind Vicky was startled and from the very pressure of the touch she could tell it wasn’t her mother, Vicky Parker. Yes, Vicky was startled to see a tall Stout, middle-aged policeman Vicky. Please come with me where my mommy will come to pick before Vicky could finish talking. The cop took her back waited for her to get up and said Vicky your mother won’t come Vicky was shocked as a stagnant pool of Tears rested at the corner of her eyes waiting to spill.
Why where’s Mommy the officer didn’t know how to answer, but it was his duty to tell Vicky that her mother had met with an accident and died. What what happened to Mommy. Please take me to her sorry, Vicky. Please stay strong! Let’S go to the police station!
Someone’S waiting for you there, the cop drove Vicky to the police station, where Carla harand was waiting for her poor Vicki, had no idea how her life would turn into a nightmare from that very day, darling, I’m so sorry. This happened to you. Carla ran and wrapped her arms around Vicky I’ll. Take you home, please stay strong, Vicky was haunted by seeing ironde. She knew her mother and Carla never got along well and barely stayed in touch after their relationship turned sour over a property dispute.
Vicki, never remembered harboring. Any fondness for her aunt, never in her seven years of life as Carla took Vicky home from the police station. She recalled the last conversation she had with Katie. You stole my house Katie. I don’t understand how her dad could do this to me and bequeath you this whole house, Carla yelled, at her sister, Carla, dad still paid for your University that you dropped out of in the middle.
He couldn’t pay for me and that’s why he left his house to me. I didn’t understand why you’re so Furious. I didn’t steal anything. I want to sell it to pay for my education, Katie answered. I don’t want to argue with you paying for my education was dad’s choice, but this house is ours.
I grew up here. It should go to the two of us and not just one. We should divide it equally. Carla argued, but was ultimately booted out by Kaney. She took her niece under her Wing, not because she loved her, but because Vicky was the only heiress to her late mother’s property.
Carla knew she could only claim everything that once belonged to her late sister by adopting her daughter for Vicky. Did she have to see this thing? Sadly, there were more on a rainy evening after Vicky laid The Wraith on her mother’s grave. It’S getting late, can you make it fast, sweetie Carla told Vicky. She grabbed her hand a couple minutes later and let her to the car, her heart seethed, with resentment for her late sister, that she didn’t even want to let her niece mourn or spend some time near her grave.
An hour later, Vicky arrived in front of a large Mansion, like the one she’d seen and read about in books. It looked Gothic for its age, a modern Splendor that liked Karen maintenance. When Vicky stepped into Iran’s house, she didn’t get a warm homely feeling. Toys and Dolls were scattered on the floors. Anna, her 12 year old cousin stopped scribbling on her drawing board and stalked Vicky with a grim, unpleasant stare.
Carla had lost her husband in a car crash years ago and lived with Anna and their house. Far from a cluttered neighborhood, it was close to dinner and Vicky was hungry. Suddenly, she remembered her dog. Roger who’d, always sit beside her waiting for her to toss a trait whenever she ate she missed him. Where’S, my dog Roger you didn’t bring him home.
My daughter’s allergic to pads, so I sent Roger to an animal shelter. He must be doing fine. There don’t worry about him. Tears Rose and Vicky’s eyes as she dragged the chair to sit for the meal when Carla suddenly stomped her. What are you doing?
Child I’m? Gon na eat, didn’t your mother teach you any manners. This is my house and I have my own rules and you must obey me darling. Carla, said in a wicked Stern tone, Vicky didn’t understand as she kept clutching the chair tightly. What are you waiting for?
Bring us the plates and set the table I’ll, give you food and shelter as long as you’re grateful to me, I’m your aunt and I deserve respect. Considering how your mother, ruined my life now go, bring the food from the kitchen and plate it Vicky’s Hearts shuddered. She was frightened and ran to the kitchen tearing up and later that night Carla showed Vicky her room, a small dim, lit storeroom crowded with several cartons and waste items. Her bed was in a corner with a small table to keep a water bottle and a lamp and nothing else. It didn’t look like the beautiful bedroom.
Vicky once slept in her former house, the core mattress itched, her skin, the smell of dust and mold made her cough, but this was Vicky’s life. Was there gon na be any change? Would a miracle helper get out of this hell That Rainy Night Vicki pressed her teary face to the window, sill thinking about her mother? She couldn’t hold her tears back remembering their Heavenly life. I miss you Mommy why’d, you leave me Vicky cried!
I want to see you I know you’re with daddy in heaven sent Roger to me he’s all I have now did he eat Mommy. I don’t like on Carla she’s, making me cry when Vicky opened her eyes, it was already morning. She’D cried herself to sleep. She gently rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked around her mom was in there holding a tray of her favorite chocolate, milk and cookies, which hurt Vicki even more as time passed. She got used to her new lifestyle.
She did the dirty dishes every morning and cleaned the dining table before leaving for school. Those hours in school were the only peaceful time Vicki had for herself. She started isolating herself from friends and spent every minute she got for herself. She hated seeing Carl at school and miss the days when Katie used to pick a romp and there were no Pleasant weekends again. Saturdays and Sundays turned into nightmares for Vicky Carl and Anna spent their Sunday’s, mostly in elegant restaurants and amusement parks, but they never took Vicky along.
Instead, she was tasked with all the household chores. Carla created a timetable for Vicky’s duties on Sundays. Her day would start with doing the dirty dishes and then cleaning the smelly, rags and Leftovers on the dishes, disgusted Vicky, but she still did everything without even being trained to do it. She had to wash and scrub the floor and even rake dry leaves in the garden before she could sign, take a break. It would already be past afternoon.
Everybody Must Learn to work hard from an early age, Carla constantly advised Vicky, but she had Exempted her own daughter Anna from that piece of wisdom, and it did nothing at home and always needed Vicky’s help even attire shoelaces or keep her smelly boots. On the shoe rack, she was such a lazy girl who left no stone unturned in making her cousin’s life miserable. All Vicky could do, was secretly cry and Obey them Mommy. Why aren’t Carla and Anna so cruel to me? What did I do?
Please help me Mommy. I can’t live in this house anymore. She buried her face into her pillow and cried. Then a strange idea struck Vicky. Why didn’t I think of this early earlier?
She exclaimed and took a notepad and Pen. She began writing a letter to her mother mommy. Please read this and help me: biggie spilled her horn out Dear Mommy. I do not like to live in this home on Carla Anna are terrible. They make me, do all work, my hands hurting mommy.
My nails broke Anna cut, my hair. I look ugly. I want to run away far Rogers and animal shelter, don’t know where, on Carla’s seller, home Mommy our beds table flower pots paintings all gone she’s, not nice. Mommy. Take me from Earth.
Please Mommy. Will you send me a letter with love? Vicky Vicky took the letter addressed to my dear mommy in heaven into an old envelope and couldn’t wait to post it in the mailbox on the way to her school. The next day, Carla, no longer dropped or picked up Vicki up from school as punishment for disobeying Anna, so she had to walk to school, which is pretty close by Vicki, used it to her advantage and posted a letter in the mailbox later that afternoon after school. She ran to the mailbox to check if it had been taken.
It’S gone. It’S on the way to mommy. She happily exclaimed days passed, but Vicki was yet to get a reply. She was hurt and disappointed must have gotten lost on the way to heaven I’ll write. Another one tonight, Vicky was seven years old and the circumstances around her didn’t allow her to differentiate between reality and fantasy.
She was heartbroken and felt her only hope was reaching out to her late mother. She penned another letter to her mom and put it in the mailbox the next day. She found the envelope missing again, but nothing happened, no help nor any response. Arrived. Vicky was distraught, but continued posting letters to her mother.
At some point, she lost hope of ever getting an answer. She stopped believing in Miracles, but never stopped. Checking out the mailbox daily after school. Deep inside her heart told her to wait a reply one day when Vicky least expected it. She found a letter in the mailbox it could be for anyone her mind, warned her, but Vicky’s heart told her.
Otherwise she took the letter and was stunned when she saw it was addressed to her. So Vicky read the words on the envelope as Vicky hastily tore it open the words she read were unbelievable as tears gushed into her eager eyes. Hi Vicky, your mother can’t write back to you, but you can consider me as her messenger, and I want to know that you’re not alone. I want to help you I’ll, be waiting near your school gate tomorrow, I’ll be wearing a gray blue dress with a postal label, see you soon and be strong all right. If it’s not my mother, then who is this Vicky thought disappointedly?
She couldn’t wait to see her mother’s messenger. The following day after school Vicki anxiously stood near the gate looking around, then she noticed a man in a gray blue suit waving at her. Are you the messenger my mom sent? She asked is Larry the local mailman smiled at her and nodded not exactly, but I read all your letters. Larry said observing the disappointment on Vicki’s face.
You didn’t see my mom. She was disheartened. No, I didn’t because we don’t get to see those in heaven. Larry added we can’t send or receive letters from them, but I’m sure your mother knows everything and worries about you. Vicky had never felt so downhearted before after a momentous silence, Larry said something that litter teary eyes with a sliver of hope.
I didn’t meet your mother, nor do I know her, but I’m sure she sent me to help you. Let’S go to your aunt’s house. She won’t mistreat. You anymore. Trust me, Vicky Larry’s words felt like the brightest ray of sunshine bursting through a dark cloud.
Vicki arrived home with Larry and Carla was shocked at seeing her with a mailman at the doorstep. Why are you so late today and what’s he doing with you, do we have any mail today she questioned Mrs Reggie. Can we please talk for a minute, there’s something I want to tell you Larry chimed in Carla, let him into the living room. What is it, Mrs Reggie? If you don’t stop mistreating your niece I’ll, have to call child protected services on you.
Carla was stunned and stared right into Vicki’s eyes. Oh, I don’t understand what you’re saying I think, there’s been a mistake. Vicky was pampered and spoiled by her mother. I just try to put her on the track by teaching her some manners. She said rolling her eyes.
Come on, why would I treat my niece badly she’s? No different from my daughter, hmm see you around Mrs Reggie. It was nice meeting. You take care, Vicky, bye, bye, sweetie! You can always meet me at the post office if there’s anything all right, Vicky nodded and after Larry left, she witnessed the horrific side of irat.
It was a hundred times more terrifying than what she’d seen before. How dare you complain about me to that? Mailman? You ungrateful little imp Carla yelled at Vicky, who wanted to run, but couldn’t Carla grabbed her hand and dragged her to the dark cellar stay right there, how ungrateful? You are just like your mother, no better blanket until you come crying to me, begging for an apology.
Get the hell out of my sight, you dirty imp. You live in the cellar, it’s your new room, sleep with the rats. Until you learn to appreciate me, Carla slammed the door shut as Vicki cried and pleaded with her to let around on Carl. I’M sorry, please! Let me out, I’m scared.
I can hear noises down here. Please, the following day: Vicki woke up to a loud creaking, sound she’d, fallen asleep on the stairs and rows. Thinking around had finally come to take her out, but when the door fully opened, a strange woman was standing there, who wasn’t her aunt, hey Vicky, do you want to come out of that Darkness, or do you need help? The lady asked is Vicky: slowly got up and crawled her way up the stairs. It was cold down there and her joints were stiff, Vicky grabbed a woman’s hand and came out only to see her aunt and cousin.
Answering a child protective service investigator as it turned out. Larry knew he couldn’t trust Carla again, so he had called CPS that morning. Before leaving for work and had requested them to pay a surprise visit to Carla’s house, Carla had tried her best to turn the officers Away by telling them. Vicki was fine and asleep in her room, but they checked the whole house and finally found her locked in the basement, while Carla wanted to teach Vicki a lesson that one night she locked her in the cellar was enough evidence to deprive her custody of the girl. The woman took Vicki away in her car to drop her where she truly deserved to be.
Where are we going Vick? We would hear new family sweetie, your Foster family, I’m sure you’ll, like them. Vicky, was surprised by the sudden string of miracles in her life. She couldn’t wait to see who would be her new Foster Family. Her weight and curiosity ended in the most beautiful way when the car pulled over.
It’S you, Vicky, shouted joyfully and ran towards Larry and his wife standing on the porch of their two kids. Oh, my God, Roger Vicky, shrieked and burst into tears as her dog Roger jumped on her and pushed her onto the grass. He licked her face in a cuddled and rolled in Delight Larry found in bra Roger home from the animal shelter after reading about him and Vicky’s letter Larry and his wife Amanda were moved to tears after seeing such a heartwarming scene. A few months later, they adopted Vicky Larry and Amanda weren’t as healthy as Vicki, but their home at abundant join love. Meanwhile, Carla tasted, her own medicine for wronging, her niece.
She was sent to court notice for illegally selling Vicky’s house without her consent. She spent her time and age repaying her debts, while Vicky moved on from the heavy scars around and inflicted on her heart. Several years passed in Vicki now 18 decided to work a child protective services to help children facing domestic neglect. She was determined to fight for their Justice and bring them to light from the darkness.
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