After getting married, my husband and I lived under the same roof as my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law was a wonderful woman, the kind of person I probably had never met and will never meet.
She died a few days ago from a serious illness.
Yesterday I went to her room, decided to clean it, and found an envelope in the drawer, on which it was written: To my dear daughter-in-law
I opened it, read it and didn’t know how to hold back the tears. In the letter she thanked me for being her daughter-in-law. She told me that I knew that if I wasn’t around, my home and family were in good hands.