Dear mom,

When I was younger I was never afraid of the unknown. Do you remember when I’d beg you and Malorie to come play outside with me? I was always the first one to race down the dark sewer line without even wanting a light at the end of the tunnel. And then during the winter, we’d create our own adventures within the house. I remember the first day it snowed. I was so sad that I couldn’t go outside, so you made a secret treasure map that lead to all your old jewelry boxes and our dusty halloween costumes in the attic. I was a first-rate explorer, out to discover all the possible and impossible unknowns.

But then, I lost what I did know. I lost you. But I lost more than just my mom, I lost my sister. And it’s been more than I can bear.

My sister already thinks I’m crazy, and maybe I am, but if she is sane, then I’m glad I’m crazy. I’m glad that I can still have fun; I’m glad I can dress up and smile and laugh. Malorie used to be so much fun... She was right behind me during all of our adventures. She had a smile that could cure cancer. Oh, and she was such a beautiful ballerina, and now she doesn’t even remember. She only cares about the things that can be known now. I try to tell her that those things can be lost, but she’s already lost her curiosity for the unknown. I don’t know what to do anymore.

Mom, I miss you. I’m trying to do you proud, for both me and Malorie.

Love,

Abigail.