A letter from October 9th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Do you remember when you were a little girl? Do you remember the love it cost for you to get where you are? I love everyone here, but you had to move on, I get it. Just always remember the happy times and no sadness. I wonder if you became a poet, or an author because you always had a way with words. Become a better person for the world to see, to look up to you. It doesn’t matter if you still live where you are or were, it matters that you make a difference. Never forget that.