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A Mother's Perspective

Dear Ms. Swift,

My name is Linda Hines, and I’m writing to you not as a public figure, business owner, or influencer of any kind—just as a mother.

I don’t usually write letters like this. I still keep my recipes in a shoebox and have to ask my neighbor to help me “zoom out” on her iPad. But when I heard that people in Casa Griago and beyond were writing to you in hopes that you might write a song about my son Robert, I felt something so big in my heart, I had to try.

Robert has never been one to seek the spotlight. He was a quiet, observant child, more likely to notice when someone was sad than when he was being praised. I remember when he was about eight years old, we had a cold snap just before Christmas, and our neighbor’s pipes froze. Without asking, Robert brought them a thermos of warm soup he’d reheated himself. He even wrapped it in one of our good towels so it wouldn’t burn their hands. When I asked him why he’d done it, he shrugged and said, “Because they looked like they needed someone to think of them.”

That’s always been Robert’s way. Not loud. Not showy. But always paying attention.

So when he told me he was buying an old run-down motel in Arizona, I didn’t quite understand it. I worried about the finances, about his safety, about how hard it would be. But he told me, “It’s not about the building, Mom. It’s about the people who might feel better just knowing someone believes in the place they’re staying.” That’s when I stopped doubting and started praying for strength to match his faith.

Over time, I’ve come to see just how much heart Robert has poured into the Family Inn. Not just to fix it up—but to turn it into something generous and human. He’s helped guests find jobs, find hope, even find each other again. He buys vegetables from local students. He bakes pies for couples meeting their in-laws. He listens. He shows up.

And now… people are writing to you. Hoping that his story might one day be told through your music. I can’t express how deeply that touches me. For a long time, I wondered if Robert’s quiet kind of goodness would go unnoticed in a world that moves so fast. But somehow, word has spread—and it’s being heard.

I know your songs have told so many stories—of love, of loss, of finding yourself. And I believe Robert’s story belongs among them. His kind of love is the steady, hardworking kind. The love that doesn’t quit just because it’s Tuesday and the roof’s leaking and someone in Room 8 needs a blanket and a second chance.

Whether a song comes or not, I want to thank you. Just knowing people care about what he’s done—what he is—has meant more than I can say. And if you do find a melody in his story… well, this mother will be listening, singing along, and beaming with every word.

With deepest gratitude and quiet pride, 

Linda Hines
Robert’s Mom 
Casa Griago (by way of Dayton)

 


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