Today we were told to write about someone who has played a big part in our life but I'm not to sure what to write about I wish you were here to help me.
Time surely has passed without you, it feels like just yesterday I was in your arms with your long hair tickling my face. How I miss those days when you held me close and treated me like I was your little angle and your smile was full. What ever happen, I often find myself questioning why you left me. Maybe you had dreams to follow, people to meet? But that wouldn't give a reason for never talking to me, would it, I mean I am your little girl so shouldn't I be important? Every day I get older and everyday I learn more but I'm not always learning good things, weather it be about bad things, the past, or stuff I think is bad. I always hear people complaining about their parents but sometimes I really want to go up to them and say "At least you have both your parent" then walk away. But I don't think that get me anywhere but in trouble and feeling down.
Sometimes when I close my eyes I can still hear your sweet voice and feel the warmth of your arms holding me like you never were going to let go, then when I'm wondering around there are smells and places that make me miss you. So much has changed, when I was little I never realized how big a roll you played in my life but as I get older and older I see I'm now walking blindly into the life of a growing woman. It's not fun, dad makes it funny but there are a lot of things dad can't do that only you could of done. I guess I'm not so little anymore, to think mom, your little girl is going to be sixteen next year. To tell the truth I'm scared, everyone makes turning sixteen into a big thing but I can't seem to figure out why, sometimes I wish I could ask you what it was like for you.Write to you soon,
Love your little girl~
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Dear Mom
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