Letters from a Daughter..

A doctor wearing green scrubs came shuffling into the hospital room holding bundles of letters. Tracy Brown stayed sitting, ruffling her daughter's long brown hair, which fanned around the pillow.
"Ma'am?" Ms. Brown slowly lifted her head. The docotor, whose nametag read Lucie Konz, handed Ms. Brown the envelopes. In a daze, she grabbed the written letters and placed them on her lap. "mom" was scribbled in ink with smudges on at least half the covers. "We found these in her car on the passenger seat when we brought her by the ambulance.
Tracy slowly brought her head down to Jayden, her 20 year old daughter. Lucie stood there while waiting to see if it was all right to leave before she strolled to the door. However when she reached the door, she heard a soft, hoarse voice. She turned to see Tracy Brown's head was bent over Jayden's bed. Her blonde hair was spread around her head and covered Jayden's head. It was almost like she was trying to blow the breath of life into her daughter's mask.
As Lucie made a step toward the two ladies Tracy spoke a little louder.
"How long will she be asleep? Will she wake up…soon?" Her voice was frail and frantic.
"Since she's in a coma, we can't exactly tell how long she's going to be...asleep. We're doing our best to keep her healthy and trying to find a treatment."
For a few minutes all that could be heard was the breathing of the two women, and the ventilator breathing for Jayden.

Soon after the silence, Lucie left Tracy alone with the immobile body. Tracy played with Jayden's hair, rubbed her hand, and talked to her. "Jayden, Honey, please wake up." When Jayden didn't reply, and Tracy knew she wouldn't, she stood up and the letters dropped. The envelopes stayed in a pack, for there were multiple rubber bands around it.
The first cover had no smudges but in the top right corner was the number one. Tracy took only that one out of the batch and ripped it open. There was a page of elegant handwriting. Tracy began to read.
         
Mom,
  For the past 7 years I have written letters to you, hoping one day I could actualy give them to you. I've finally decided to wrap them and get it over with because I'm leaving state. I'm going to live with my boyfriend, but i will not tell you where, even though I know you won't come after me. You won't need to send money or anything after you read these letters; you've shown me your true self those 7 years. By the time you get these, you won't know where I'm at.
The letters are marked in the order I wrote them. Although I didn't put a date, some can be easily remembered about a certain day (for me.) The one thing I ask before you throw these away is that you read them. No need to keep them for me though; I've copied all the lettes so I can remember to be a good mom when i have a child. Just read them though. You did teach me quite a bit.
    For my last letter,
    Jayden Hope Brown

Silence gathered the room once more. Tracy’s hand was wiping the teardrops from her chin and cheeks, while the hand gripping the letter was shaking. She groped for her chair after feeling slightly unbalanced. “I didn’t know you felt this way,” She whispered more to herself than anything. Tracy’s pale green eyes scanned the pages. Soon after reading the letter for the 5th time, her eyes became filled with tears that started to pour out.

To be continued?