Dear Avie,
Everyone has a story, but not everyone can tell it.
Not many can express the way they feel.
We all have feelings.
Bottled deep down, waiting to boil over, and wanting to come out.
I don’t think that I can handle any more bad things happening to me.
I have to set what I am thinking free or else it will all suffocate me.
Life is full of sadness.
Trials and tribulations of life.
I need you to continue showing me.
Continue guiding me towards your bright lights.
My purple ink is bleeding onto my paper.
Pouring out my love for you in these letters.
Sharing my words.
The beauty of it all.
Xoxo- Mommy
