A letter from Feb 11, 2025

Dear shua, you've got this. please don't ever give up, you're really amazing at so many things, think of your friends, the more and less obscure ones, your unique opinions, your strange, weird obsession with music, there is no point in giving up. people love you, including me, your old self, just 15 years old. I know I've grown, and a few question: did I maintain my good grades, or rather yours? if something happens, are you really going to blame yourself? did they find your secrets? did you come out and say it all, were you brave enough to say all of that to mom and dad? what new experiences have you had? you're older, that's a fact. you're one step closer to seeing gray. keep going for him and for me. you matter, obviously. how do I look? do you have a better figure yet, are your eyes more vibrant and full of life? the point is, you're loved. how's guitar, by the way? are you better? I've probably forgotten about this letter, but I need you to see this to know that I, yourself, whatever, love you. you're loved by mom and dad, miri, chava, you could be a disappointment but they will never stop loving you. here's a reminder to make another one of these letters to show your love to 17 year old shua. make sure to get your permit, you probably know how to drive by now. anyway, ivrit starts soon and I'd better go. goodbye forever, shua, know that in some other universe I'm still here.