“I’ll be seeing you but I don’t know when... God knows only then”... These words are like echoes that keep her faith and hope that at the right time she will see her mother... or maybe not. She grew up with her grandparents. They loved her so much. But hey, there is more. This is a story of “unconditional love”. Story of Luisa. Her story started on September 21, 1972. Born and raised by her grandparents. Her mother left after giving birth to her. The thing she remembered about her was the greeting card she received on her 1st birthday. The first and last letter they received from Enriqueta (East Dulwich, London) and the rumor that she is part of a royal family by Muslim Traditions. I’ve heard a lot of stories about her mother, my uncle who claimed he was her father, and another man who claimed to be his father. So, you have an idea of how complicated the situation is. Our grandparents said she was the youngest of their children. Then it turned out that she was my cousin because her father was my Uncle. What is more painful to hear is the story that we are not related by blood because she has a different father and my uncle wants to save her mother from the embarrassment of getting pregnant by a guy who didn’t stand for her. She doesn’t know the truth. Life is tough for her. But she managed to be strong and believe that things will work out for the best. She started working at the age of 16 instead of going to a University. She really wants to be a nurse. Her father did not send her to college saying she would just marry someday. I don’t understand how bitter it was for her. Born and raised without a mother, and no support from a father, another case of selfish decision. When our grandfather died we were separated. I lived with my family and she lives her life as an independent. Had her own family. I can still hear her voice clearly saying, “Where do you think my mother is?” “when she comes back her grandchildren are all grown up.” “I am still hoping she will come back”. “ wherever she is I pray she is doing good”. I never heard her say bad things to her mother. Not a single bad word. All her life she prays and hopes that her mother will come back. She is living proof that no matter how bad any situation hurts you, love will fix your broken heart. Her love for her mother remains in her heart as she longs for those motherly touches and kisses. She keeps on searching and praying that she will fulfill her promise on the greeting card she sent. Deep inside her is that poor baby who left 47 years ago. As she was left in silence saying, “I’ll be seeing you but I don’t know when... God knows only then”...   -riznac