It was moving day. She was overwhelmed, stressed, and knee-deep in boxes marked "kitchen" that were currently sitting in her living room. Her daughter bound out of the bathroom with a grin on her face.

"I found the bedroom stuff." She could tell from this particular grin that she wasn't going to enjoy this answer very much. She put her head to her forehead and sighed heavily.

"Where?" She decided to humor the younger version of herself.

Her daughter's eye sparkled. "It's in the bathroom. I hope you find bathtubs very comfortable" She groaned in agony and sunk to the floor. Her daughter's laughter died off and she felt someone sit next to her, moving a box-marked garage so there was more room.

"Mom, it's not that bad." She whispered softly. The 15-year-old girl moved some of the hair from her mother's face. There were tears flowing down the cheeks attached to the face. The girl felt her heart sink a little, so she moved around so that she was facing her mom, and she took the older woman's hands in hers.

"Mom." Her mother didn't look up. "Mom." She said a little more forcefully. Her mom looked up and she smiled. "Listen, everything's going to be fine. No, great. It's going to be great. I'll go to school and be a complete rebel and…" She was sure that her mom wasn't listening. "…then I plan on doing some drugs, maybe lose my virginity in the next twelve days with a guy older than you and then I'll get put in juvie and…" Her mom's head snapped up.

"Excuse me?" She sounded angry, but the young girl just laughed.

"Had to get your attention somehow." Her mom didn't smile. "I was kidding."

"Okay, mom. I'm going to fine; you're going to be fine. This move is going to be good. You'll go to your job; I'll go to school. We'll still have movie nights on Fridays and Chinese food every Wednesday and I can still make Mac and Cheese. It's going to be a good thing, you wait."

Finally, her mom smiled. "You're too good to me." She said with pride.

"Watch it missy, or I might start charging you." The girl smiled coyly, then got up off the ground and headed for the kitchen. "I'm going to find something to eat.

Her daughter disappeared through the doorway and she got off the floor. But her daughter was back a minute later, a look of confusion on her face.

"Hey mom?" The older woman looked up and her gaze immediately caught the blue covered notebook in her daughter's hand.

"What is that?" She asked in a choked whisper, although she knew the answer.

"An old notebook. It was in the kitchen. Somehow, it got in the box marked food." Her daughter didn't pick up on her tone of voice.

She remained rooted to the spot and her eyes were fixed on that notebook. It was a regular, one subject notebook, the kind you can get at any drug store. Her name was scrawled on the front of it in graceful letters and even though she was at least 12 feet away, she knew there was a date in the small upper right corner. The cover was decorated too, random doodles and song lyrics written out.

"What is it?" Her daughters voice snapped her back to reality.

She hesitantly walked forward and took the notebook from her daughter gingerly. The handwriting struck a note in her chest and she felt like she was back in high school for a second. Finally, she looked up at her daughter.

"I have to tell you something." Her daughter raised an eyebrow, but let her mom continue. But her mom didn't talk. She merely sat down on couch and motioned for the girl to join her. So she did.

Slowly, she opened the dusty cover and let her eyes roam over the familiar handwriting. She knew what it all said. 15 years later she still knew what it said.

So she pushed it in front of her daughter, and read the first lines out loud as the girl read them silently.

Dear Haley,

I'm not really sure where to begin…