3:33am, Saturday 22nd March 2015

*It's best to read this if you want the story to make sense*
Dear Emmy,
I miss you a lot. So does your dad and little Dorothy. We are trying to move on, your dad thinks that's a good thing, but I can't see it that way. I see it like the only way to move on is too forget you, and how can I do that. You are so memorable. Bright blue eyes and long hair and freckles and your beautiful smile, framed with the red lipstick I used to hate but now I see it was a part of your image, the way you were. Are. I can't bring myself to do anything to your room. Not yet. Dot gets confused about why I won't let her in. Dot doesn't really understand where you've gone. Neither do I really. I hope you're in a good place, you were a good person. I know you didn't really believe in Heaven but I know you'll be at peace. I love you. I always will. I wish I could say all this to you. Maybe you'll be able to read this. I don't know. I love you.
Mum