My dear Mamaci,
There are no words (or dots) in this world that could account for my purest love and gratitude for everything I have put you through these 28 years. We are joined by the hip, some people like to remind us, though it’s not like we’re not aware of this. In our worst tragedies and in our greatest triumphs we have been there for each other, and that will never change. However, I am coming to the realisation that perhaps we are outgrowing the nest, both of us. You have your world to maintain, and I have mine to still build. And at 28, through this journey of healing and growing that I am going through is going to take time, but with the right tools and your endless guidance, I know you will teach me how to fly on my own. Because I’m almost there. And I can’t wait to fly with you.
