The Journal of Beatrice Grace Parker

We Belong, Mom!

I don’t know why Mom seems to think that just one of me has a right to live. Like Grace is some illegitimate child who shouldn’t exist. I don’t understand why she can’t see me for what I am. A girl who is a little different from the world’s definition of ‘normal’. I don’t care. It’s not fair that she minds. Because I really do love her, and I can see that she loves me too, but I just cannot sacrifice a part of myself willingly, can I? Can anyone just voluntarily let go of their courage, their confidence, their spark of daring? Because that is what Grace is, my spunk. Beatrice is just someone who can be brave in her own shell, it takes Grace for me to break free and be me in front of the world.

I hope you understand Mom. I know you love me. And people who love you accept you for yourself, don't they? This is who I am, Mom.