I’m sorry if this letter comes as a surprise.
It’s been so long since we last saw each other.
But you’ve been on my mind a lot lately.
I find myself childishly looking back at the days we had together.
I think about how life would be if you were still here.
What advice would you give me?
I know it’s not my place but I think about the relationship you had with my family, specifically my dad.
I think about how great you would be as a mother.
I think about how differently you would’ve cared for me and my brother.
I think we would’ve turned out a lot better, but none of that matters.
I think that if you were here, you would try to reassure me that everything’s okay because I’m not STUCK.
You knew that, but it took me 22 years to find out. I wish you were here. I feel alone.