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Dear Younger Me
What would you say to the little girl you used to be?
At seven years old, I learned that families could fall apart, that goodbyes could happen without warning, and that growing up sometimes meant carrying things a child should never have to carry.
This is not a story about having a perfect life.
It is a story about a little girl who grew up through changes she never asked for, the memories that stayed with her, the people who came and went, and the person she slowly became along the way.
To the girl who used to cry behind a bedroom door-
this is for you.
Dear younger me,
I wish you knew that one day, you would be okay.