Dear Avie,
I’ve been left here stomping through my identity.
I’m trying to mold myself into who it is that you would want me to be.
How I live will define me.
What happened to all of my happiness?
There’s too much sadness.
My hands are covering my face.
Raising the last flag that I will ever raise.
My day will come it’s just a matter of time.
I can’t wait to see your sweet face.
Xoxo- Mommy
