I hate it when someone tells me something , and instead of a heartfelt word of wisdom…I fumble. It really sucks. In my mind I knew you needed me to say something meanigful about you, or your mom, or life in general. I dropped the ball. So here goes, 2nd chance….

                                    She is suffering, and you are suffering. One day you will know exactly who you are. There is hope. For you, and even for her. I love you. I’m sorry that I don’t always know what to say. I’m just a girl. A girl that loves you.