Letters, Loss, and Letting Go.

Letters, Loss, and Letting Go.

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)))TRIGGER WARNING))) It all starts with goodbyes I never got to say. One summer, my world shifts - a sudden move, a tearful sleepover, and the crushing weight of leaving behind everything I knew. I thought the hardest part would be saying goodbye to my best friends. But that was only the beginning. New school. New people. Panic. Grief. First, we lose Grandpa. Then, Nanny. Then... I start to lose myself. As I struggle to hold on to old friendships, new ones begin to fray. Even my twin sister, Molly, starts drifting into a world I don't belong in - boys, secrets, and sleepovers I'm not invited to. I'm not even sure who I am anymore. Maybe I like girls. Maybe I'm just broken. This is a story about grief, growing up, and finding your voice when you feel invisible. Because even when everything changes - maybe you don't have to.
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They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?

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