[letter meme: day eight-eleven] you're so very special.
Uncle Nathan,
You're silly but you're amazing all the same! Yes, I love talking to you online the most, even if I've known you for nearly a decade.
Molly
Oprah,
Can I please be on your show so I can have free things, too?
Molly
Dads,
I miss you so
I'm still your little girl
Do you still think I'm your little
We should have lunch sometime. Soon. I'll even mark the day.
Molly
Nana,
I don't know you, I'm sure I don't really remember you, but, I want you to know that I believe you: I know you aren't crazy, because I can do things too. I know what it's like to have your ability belittled or abuse--it hurts. Your gift must've been devestating to a little girl seeing then talking to the deceased. You probably had to believe it was a gift from God because if you didn't, you'd go crazy. When I first discovered, or realized even, that I had an ability it was magical. It's been with me since I can remember and I used to consider it the closest friend I ever had. Then people made this beautiful thing ugly: they distorted it, perverted it, and made a young girl succumb to a love/hate relationship with her gift for the rest of her life.
You never allowed anyone to do that to yours, though. At least, what I hear from those who knew you, knew of you, and the vague memories of what I remember daddy telling me.
I believe you. I just wish I could've known you. I guess I will, someday.
Your grandaughter,
Miriam Abigail Walker