Dear Mia,
I was gone for over a year.
You knew my Dad's job meant we would move around a lot.
You said you understood.
When he decided to stay in California for good,
I got stuck there.
So I waited.
I waited for my birthday,
My eighteenth,
Freedom.
So that I could come back.
But now I'm wondering,
If there was anything left to come back to.
