A letter to my five year old self

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Dear past self,

You have been through a lot in your five years of life. You were taken from your parents and given back. You have been to nermourous states. You will learn to love being a passenger. You start school, which you love. Reading is amazing, you can become anyone you could ever want to be. By now, you already have 2 siblings, 3 more will come later. You will go through a lot more in the comeing years. You will go cross country a couple of times. You will dread moving, but will accept it because you dont have a choice. You will move to a place where you will stay for 3 years. You were promised you were going to stay there forever. You will put down roots for once in your young life. You will take a woodshop and robotics, combined in a class. Its like building with legos and using big machines. You will have a lot of fun. You didnt know you would be the only girl, but this doesn't trouble you. Its okay, and everyone is willing to help you. When the guy starts to touch you when no ones looking, tell somebody. He will not understand the word no. He will not be very nice about it. He will continue for the rest of the year. Please tell somebody. If you don't, please don't ever believe that putting something to your skin will help. It will help calm you, yes, but the scars it leaves never go away. When the counsler calls your mom to talk to you, do not listen to a word she says. This isn't your fault. Wearing leggings had nothing to do with it. Just because he doesn't have a father figure in his life doesn't mean he didn't know it was wrong. Yes, he does have a "strong chance of taking his sports goal far" doesn't mean that you should ignore it. It doesn't matter if he didn't know how to deal with his feelings, he had no right to touch you. You will learn that reading and writing helps take the pain away a little at a time. Photos help too. Don't ever burn them. Eat, please eat. It matters if you live to 

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