Dear Mom,
It's extremely hard writing this letter to you. And the scary thing is, I know I have the power to just crumple up this letter and go to therapy or something. I wish I could. But I'm too weak. I'm too weak to do that.
I've been crumbling for a long time now. I'm sad that you couldn't realize it, I'm sad that I didn't have the courage to talk to you about it. But it's too late now. I'm already dead.
I'll miss you, you know? I'll miss talking to you, hugging you, kissing your cheek. I'll miss you so much, can't you see my tear drops already? I'm sorry that I couldn't say goodbye to you. But I'm a loser. A big, stupid, loser.
Bye, Mom. I'll never forget the way you hugged me when I went through a rough time. I'll never forget helping you bring Jack to the world. At least you won't be lonely, you'll have him and Snake. You won't miss me.
Bye, Mommy. I love you.
Love,
Emma
Emma sealed the letter with a kiss and crossed off Mom on her list.
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