she cries her life is like some movies in black and white

Dear dizzy,

you are sad.

I used to know someone who is sad. She was a huge inspiration to me. She told us during field hockey practice of the time when her father came home drunk and her mom yelled at her and her sister to, "close the doors! The sliding doors!" and as yer younger sister, then 6, was locking the sliding door, their father banged his fist against it so hard the glass knocked her sister smack on the face and she fell backwards, headfirst.

I remember when we were at Alia's grandma's house in Singapore, you said that you had to grow up really fast because you found your mom crying on her bed in her room. I grew up with all the subscribed package of a typical spoiled adolescent. I thought my parents were nerds.

you had to watch your mother cry.

That was the first admission of a history you went through that I could not imagine. You were always one big fireball of fun. You have the widest, biggest smile. Your 60 miles per second chatter reflects someone who wakes up bathed by the sunshine.

but it's ok-
you don't have to be ok all the time.
strength is only beautiful when it is marred by sorrow.

even if this breaks you.
because you are stronger than anything.

from your biggest fan and number one reader,
rocket

"One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful."
— Sigmund Freud