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And then some letters.
Dear Dad,
I don't want your money. If you want to celebrate the fact I have my own home, send a letter. Come and visit, even.
Dear Mom,
You can pretend nothing happened if you want to. But you can't make me forget, or forgive.
Dear Family,
Every time one of you talks to me, all I can think about is when I was drowning in Brisbane and each of you, independent of each other, pushed me a little further under.
I keep telling myself I'll be fine, but I'm scared I'll fail in life the same way I have in school.
I don't want your money. If you want to celebrate the fact I have my own home, send a letter. Come and visit, even.
Dear Mom,
You can pretend nothing happened if you want to. But you can't make me forget, or forgive.
Dear Family,
Every time one of you talks to me, all I can think about is when I was drowning in Brisbane and each of you, independent of each other, pushed me a little further under.
I keep telling myself I'll be fine, but I'm scared I'll fail in life the same way I have in school.