A Letter v1

 Dear __________,

You deserve flowers for your performances. Applause for your achievements. Loyalty with your commitments. Honesty with your secrets. Trust in your friendships. Love in your relationships. And so many other things. I know that right now days seem sometimes as if they’ll never end. But the sun will set and the moon will rise. And we will forget all about our past grievances. These pains, worries, sins. They overshadow the person that you truly are. But I find it rather difficult to hide the sun with just clouds. You can still become sunburnt on a cloudy day. I can understand your hesitation. The rain can’t wash away everything. There will always be dirt left behind. The stains that you fear will never wash out. They will. But sometimes it takes a while for it to do so. 

I am not my mother. Though I am similar to her. We have the same hair. The same face. But one thing I did not inherit from her was my art skills. I cannot draw anything for my life. Unless I trace it, of course. My father always loved writing. So I guess I get this from him. I get music from my grandmother. She just performed a concert yesterday. I was listening to the recordings. I would love to do what she does. Being able to travel and perform. I am not these people but I inherit some of the things that they have. Their actions I however do not inherit. So perhaps I wouldn’t be such a horrible parent after all. Guess we’ll just wait and see, hm?