|It doesn't matter if it's just one point, it can and will make a difference.|
There’s a little girl inside of me, and I have to let her go. Her heart-shaped face, afro puffs, banana yellow turtleneck and light brown corduroys with black penny-loafers are what I see when people ask what she looks like. Her body is so tiny, yet has the intelligent of a sixth grader and a heart as huge as the ocean. She speaks with such eloquence, though the squeaky voice of pre-pubescence fills the air with each word that comes out of that big mouth of hers. She’s been my strength throughout the years of the decade-long hell we’ve experienced with my father and paternal grandmother, but she’s dying and must be put to rest. Her legacy shall never be forgotten, even when her bones have corroded and wither into dust.
There’s a little girl inside of me, and that little girl is me.