"She will cry. You won't know why but she'll cry and that's when she'll need you most. If she really loves you, she'll show you her talents. She'll sing to you and dance subconsciously. She'll draw you a portrait or paint you a landscape. She'll write you a poem or recite the whole alphabet backwards. And when she does, you better praise her for it. She showed you a piece of her hidden away from the outside world and you can't see nirvana and say nothing. She'll have bad days. Maybe a few every now and then. Maybe for weeks at a time. Remind her why she's still around. Tell her she's made it this far on her own. Hold her hand but remind her yours wasn't always there and when it wasn't she had herself and that was enough. She'll get stressed. The weight of the world is on her shoulders and she's collapsing beneath it. Listen when she calls from beneath the dirt. Open the coffin when she's buried alive. Tell her she survived. Tell her she is strong. Tell her to tell herself she is secure."