Warmth.

So I found a few things the other day that made me cry like a baby. This one is too precious not to share.

I was going through all my baby things and found a letter that said "TO: Kitten. 1st Christmas Dec. 1995 from Gma Brake."

I had to read it. On the inside was a yellow piece of lined paper with elegant writing all the way down the page. In the top corner was the date 12_25_1995, written just like that. I read:

"To my Little Kitten:

this is your first Doll from me al-

tho you are just a Baby now: but this

Doll Comes With Love and Kissies & 

Hugs And You don't even Like to 

here your Great Grandma Sing HA HA

I was at the haspital when you

Were Born You were so Little and 

trying to cry to me You Soundly 

Like A Baby Kitten.

so one of these days you can read

this letter and look at you Doll And 

say my Great Grandma Brake gave

this to me:

Whit all my Love to you:

may God be with you all

ways. And Remember Jesus

Loves you too.

XOXO

G,G, mo."

That was word for word, exactly like the letter.

I thought a lot after that. We shouldn't cry over what may have been, but smile and bask in the warm memories of what was. I loved my Bern-Dean, and she loved me to. I know from this letter just how much she loved me.

I've been thinking of Andi, too. 

I'm done sulking and crying. Sure, I will cry sometimes, but that's just because I love my sister. I refuse to let this stupid, selfish man control me. I'm going to help my family fight for justice. I'm following in my mom's footsteps. I'm going to write a letter to Karl Roberts and take my power back. I don't know whether or not I'll send it, I'll just have to let myself make that decision in time.