This is how I remembered you Emma.
We had not seen you in eight years. I didn’t know which one was you. Auntie Jo and Auntie DDé knew your dad’s eyes. I saw your dimples. Then we knew. You were scared and upset with those that love you, your grandmother and aunts. You were frightened of us. I asked you “why”. I didn’t understand. I watched you return to the line of cheerleaders and then I had to leave. It hurt too much. What have you been told about us? Only loving you and trying to protect you from a distance, that’s all.
I thought maybe you could hear my words from my heart when I wrote. When I’d send a card to your address or a present. I pray for you honey.
I love you and you are the world to me. You, Źan and Taj are everything to me.
Love, Grammie
