To my little wanderess, still too young to read or write or speak a full sentence, but often the most amazing human with the most endearing curiosity.
I don't know how many times I'll say this in your lifetime, but I am truly sorry for all the heartbreak you'll experience.
It's a part of life, but no one chooses it. No child is asked if they're willing to endure the pain of life. No child is asked if they'll accept the cost of living.
I have a feeling that if we knew our fate before it happened, we'd never allow ourselves to live. If asked to endure such pains, would anyone willingly say yes?
What will it be for you, little one?
You heart, your mind, your body?
Are you destined to become as broken as your mother and her mother before her?
No, I don't think so. I won't allow it. You are my sister. You are my love, true and whole and utterly unyielding. I won't allow you to be crushed by boys or bills or bullies.
You deserve more, so much more than I can give you right now.
I'll get there, though. I will if not for myself then for you.
That is my promise, my oath to you, Justice.
