Dear Shay,
When I grew a bit older, many things changed. No more free gifts because your parents felt like, no more special treatments because you were the last child, no more smiles and laughter like there once used to be. And when I asked my Poppop, he told me that nothing is constant, that people change.
And it was true. My parents changed from stay-at-home to we-gotta-roam. My sisters stopped paying attention to me. My friends upped and left. Those I trusted came back biting me in the ass. The only people who didn't change, were Poppop, and my brother.
After the mind-shattering incident that happened, I closed off everybody, building walls seven inches thick and seventy feet high, with barbed wires surrounding me. I didn't want to let anyone in. Not even my brother. I forced myself to believe that love was overrated, and that I was better off alone. I became a one man soldier, not caring for anyone except myself. But deep down, I hoped that someone, some person out there would change me.
I do have hope, Shay. But is it bad to not hope?
Yours always,
Kimmy K.
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