You were 15 years old but still, in my eyes you were my baby, my little girl in her room playing with her dolls.
I remember when you were 12 and you came running into the kitchen, your face beamed full of happiness and joy; you squealed "I have a boyfriend!" Yes, it was your first boyfriend and you were so happy, then when it ended you were devastated. I tried my hardest to be there for you, really I did, but you were just so upset you didn't listen to a word I said. I knew you would have lost more boyfriends and endured break-ups, but you were only little, you didn't know what was going to happen to you as you grew up.
Then you found new friends and you didn't care much for boys. You would go out for sleep-overs and trips to the shops and fun-fairs. Your life has been a good one, and now I feel like I should have taken you out places more often. You have always wanted me to take you to see your favourite band-Blink182, yes I remember the name! I remember when you were 9 years old and I was going to a concert to see Sting-you begged me to take you with me and so I did, and at first you hated it because we were sitting right at the back. When we went to the front you were dancing and singing even though you didn't know the words. I do wish I had taken you to see Blink182 sooner. I was going to take you and three friends for your birthday. You can still go; I'll be beside you if you need me
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MOTHER'S LETTER TO HER DAUGHTER.
Storie breviSad Story: Mother's letter to her Daughter. WARNING: Don’t read. You’ll cry. My dearest daughter, I know you won’t come back, but I still believe that somehow you’ll find me. I can’t bare to think where you are. You could be with your friends warm a...
