A letter from December 31st, 2020

Dear Future Me, If you're reading this. I'm so proud of you! Congratulations for graduating college or if you're road to become one. I manifested it early than ever. So I do hope so. Happy New Year! This is from your 2020—the worst year. You've survived it though even though my beloved and strong Papaw didn't. COVID-19, bushfires in Australia, locust infestation, Taal volcano eruption, Jakarta floods and mudslides, earthquakes in Turkey, rising temps in Antartic, just to name a few. Did you still remember how tragic you have lived this year? Btw, how's the world? I hope its better and healthier. I really hope for mommy, ate, and us a good health, genuine happiness, and safety this year and through it all. I'm proud of how you have become through those years. Know that you are loved and will be love. Take care always. Please hug mom and Ate. Visit Papaw often. Take care of yourself. From your 17 year old self—2020, (who thought the world's not taking any better) ♡♡♡♡ P.S: Did you reconnect with Ian? How is he? He's your version of Davis, girl! Your TOTGA! ♡ so better remember. Please love life! ♡