Make Me Proud

January 5, 2018

Dear 9-year-old Grace,

So you’re moving.

I know you’re upset and angry with your parents.

I know it feels like the whole world is imploding

and all you want to do is disappear. I get it.

It will take a while for you to settle into the new house.

As the clock ticks on, you will slowly forget the past.

You will gradually become a new person.

Don’t even get me started on the people you’ll meet.

I could warn you about him or tell you not to trust her,

but I wouldn’t be helping you if I did that.

This is your journey, Grace. Your life. A fresh start.

Do with it what you will. Make me proud.

Sincerely,

17-year-old Grace

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