o n e ✿ time heals wounds
Mom,
I'm writing this letter to know, mostly because you don't read text messages nor answer phone calls. I am tired of living this life, and I can't take the pain anymore. I will be coming home in a few days after you receive this letter.
Sorry for not writing back to you for the last few months, things got a little bit intense.
I think I'm done with the entertainment world, I just want to live a normal life now. Shit happens.
Unfortunately, I have to leave amazing people that I became close to here. But I regret leaving home so much. I want to come back after all the things I went through here.
It's time to start healing the wounds that opened here.
Please don't ask me too many questions when I get home. All will be answered with time. I just want to be home with my family.
Your daughter,
Caitlin Castillo
YOU ARE READING
The Beauty of Art
Short Storybook I: short story "Who's that?" I asked pointing at the painting looking into his eyes. "That's you." "Why did you paint me?" I asked tilting my head curiously at him. "Because you inspired me again to paint," he replied.
