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.
