Dear T,

PLEASE don't talk about not being able to help me anymore. You're scaring me! Are you moving away? That thought came into my head so I will probably ask you. I need you now more than ever!

Are you going to let me draw anything, even if it's about you? I know if it's about you, it's really about me. I have this urge to draw the child who had those shameful things happen to her. Is that all right? I don't want to be an adult tomorrow. It's too hard with all this med stuff. I want a break. Maybe I go into the past to get a break from the present.

Or maybe I'll draw me the way I see myself. Yuck. I hate the way I look.

I hope I don't get an email that you are sick tomorrow. Please be healthy. I hope you got a flu shot!

Love,
rainbow