Why I Write

My Dearest Raya,

It’s hard to find the right words, but I want to start here — with you. This space, Letters to Raya, is for you, my love. It’s where I’ll keep writing to you, even if you’re no longer in my arms.

From the moment I found out I was carrying you, my world changed. Every heartbeat, every ultrasound, every quiet prayer was filled with you. You made me stronger than I ever thought I could be. You made me believe in miracles, in faith, and in the kind of love that never fades.

There were so many days I imagined what it would be like to hold you a little longer, to see you grow, to hear your laughter fill our home. I still think about those moments, and sometimes, it hurts more than words can say. But even through the pain, I am grateful. Grateful that you chose me to be your mom. Grateful for every second I carried you, felt you, and loved you.

I’ve been wanting to find a way to keep you close—to tell your story, to remember the light you brought into my life. Writing feels like my way of holding you again. Through these letters, I’ll share everything—our journey, my hopes, my prayers, and even the days when the ache feels too heavy.

You may not be here in the way I wish you could be, but you will always live in my heart. You are my reminder of strength, grace, and the kind of love that goes beyond time.

This is only the beginning, my Raya. These are my letters to you.

Always and forever,

Mommy 💗