If there is a day that I don’t walk into our room and see you crying…that will be the day. You have so much pain to hide. How do you do it?
Sometimes I wish my words were more for you than an outsider’s gaze. I wish I could say, ” I understand,” and mean it.
You have been my learning experience and my support system. Not only have you been there all this time to guide me through…at the same time as guiding yourself…but you have managed to teach me everything about life without even drawing up one lesson plan.
I’ve never met a family more broken. Every day…I walk in…and you…as the responsible one…are taking care of your mother…or your brother…or your step dad…or your sister. You’re here…hours away…taking care of children who pose as adults.
They cry out against one another…and you always mediate. It’s almost like your mother’s lack of maturity…every ounce of it…was held back from her…and God decided to give it all to you from the day you graced the world with your presence.
It almost tried to keep you there with them…to be what they “need”.
You got out though. You had the strength to give them what they actually needed…and to give yourself a chance. You are here. And you will change the world.
The girl from the small city…the city that locks everyone in…you left. And here you are…in our nation’s capital. And you are winning.
You are gold…you are a God loving, country critiquing, beautifully strong-willed soul. I have more than faith in you and your future.
This is what the world needs more of…humans who come out of their heartbreak…and make life into meaning…and build themselves into the beautiful someone they are supposed to be. You have beat the odds. You are amazing.
And the world, in all its agony, needs your strength more than any medicinal cure. One day…you will be its revival.