Dear me, no, not this image I see staring back from my reflection. I write this to the child I was. A child who is not forgotten though I fear to say, it's been sometime since I spoke to you. I think of you often, more and more, each passing day .. It was a difficult time back then, I know. I remember.

I could tell you how so many things will change. You're so fearful of the world around you. You have every right to be, to feel the pain you do. I hope you...