A Letter to Me
Dear 80 year old me:
By the time you read this, maybe you’ll be famous. I don't know. But no matter what, you'll probably be forgetful in your old age. So i want to bring back those memories.
There are a billion of things you could be right now, for all i know. But I want you to remember what you were.
When you were 11, you were:
A tutor.
A babysitter.
A sister
A student.
Imaginative.
Smart.
Systematic.
Goofy.
Independent.
Flawed.
Imperfect.
Okay with that.
With love, and always,
-Emerald ; D
A tutor.
A babysitter.
A sister
A student.
Imaginative.
Smart.
Systematic.
Goofy.
Independent.
Flawed.
Imperfect.
Okay with that.
With love, and always,
-Emerald ; D
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