Dear anonymous,
You have your mother...but it pains me to see that your mom doesn't care for you the way mothers usually do. Maybe I just can't and don't see it. Maybe she really doesn't. I don't know which is truer. But is there really such a person? I've no idea.
It's been only weeks since we first met and I already felt strangely close to you. I've always said I never wanted to have kids of my own; but what is it about you that makes me want to care for you? You probably don't know about these things yet, since you're only three years old. But I can honestly say that you've already taken a special place in my heart. You're the daughter I never had, and will never, ever have.
Your mom's gorgeous. She's also rich. Sophisticated. Has a decent job. Has a lot of connections. Owns a car. Got a lot of gadgets. She's everthing I'm not. Compared to her, I'm most likely just a nobody. But I have something more than what she has to offer — the attention you've been wanting to get from her. You want her to see you. I can give you that, baby. If you'll only let me. I won't leave you alone in the dark. I won't lock you inside the bathroom. I won't let you face the wall. I won't let anybody just take you anywhere. I'll sleep beside you. We'll sing 'Twinkle Twinkle' together till our throats hurt. I can push your car for you while you're in it. You see, I have a lot more to give. I may not be able to provide you those things, not even a luxurious life; but I can guarantee you that this love, this affection I have for you is more than the happiness you can get from just playing her iPad. It's genuine. It comes deep down from the bottom of my heart.
Just days from now, you're going to go back to New York. Can you just...stay? Please don't leave. Don't leave me. Just stay. Oh wait. Who am I? Who am I to stop you? Do I even matter to you? But believe me, whenever you're in my arms, you don't know how much I wanted to kidnap you and hide you away from the rest of the world.
But I simply can't do that. I'm not your mother. I don't own you.
I know you'll grow up to be a fine lady one day. I know you won't remember me anymore when that time comes. And maybe you'll no longer come back here. But I just want to tell you that whatever path you may choose to take, bear in mind that there's one particular person who loved you probably more than anyone else you've met here did. If you ever come back, there's always a place here for you to stay. You know where my humble home is.
You'll always stay in my heart. Always and forever.
...I love you, sweetie.
~ ____________