Chapter Twelve — Clara’s Second Letter
Two years after the courthouse incident, I received another letter from Clara.
She had moved to Colorado.
She worked for a nonprofit that helped women leaving financially abusive relationships.
The irony was not lost on either of us.
She wrote:
I used to think power meant never being dependent.
Now I think power without character is just another form of fear.
I do not expect a response.
I wanted you to know I have never again put my hands on anyone in anger.
I still remember what you said.
I shoved you because I thought you were powerless.
You were right.
I am ashamed of that woman.
I hope someday being ashamed becomes less important than being different.
I read the letter twice.
Then I wrote back.
Only three lines.
Clara,
I believe people can change.
Change is proved through conduct, not intention.
I hope you continue.
Helen
I did not sign it “Mom.”
I was not her mother.
I did not tell her I forgave her.
Maybe one day I would.
Maybe I never would.
Healing does not require access.
That was another lesson age had taught me.
