You thought you made a mistake, when you helped create a world for another human being.

Maybe you did, but that’s okay.

It’s alright here.

In a drawer in the vanity in the attic of the house there is an old cigar box. It was a gift from a friend of my dad’s, around the time my grandmother died.

In the cigar box, there’s a collection of small tangible items with sentimental value. Things that I borrowed, things that I took without asking, things that were given to me in exchange for something else, things that were lost.

These were the things that I held onto for twenty three and a half years of life on this earth because I couldn’t face the possibility of giving them up. I also couldn’t look and understand what I was seeing.

When you are ready, open the box and look inside and remember what was important.

I remember everything.