Harry,

So son, we know there's a chance we might not be there to see you grow up. We hope to god we can, but we know we might not. So here's a poem your mom wrote the other day to you to always remind yourself, even when things are tough, to be yourself and to never give up. I thought it might help in your teenage years. Lord knows how angsty I was at fifteen.

Love, James

To Harry:

You may think you're...

not important

not cool

not special

not unique

not wanted

not loved

not anything.

But

.

.

.

YOUR WRONG.

You are

so important

so cool

so special

so unique

so wanted

so loved

You are something.

The world needs you.

and they don't even know it yet.

But one day, you'll realize that

no one can stand in for you.

That ONLY you can be you.

And that being you is the absolute BEST thing you could possibly be.

So congrats,

because

your

YOU.

And that's something worth celebrating.