The Mirror Breaks

I don’t want to exist as a wretched mirror in which we see ourselves. You, seeing everything you could’ve been in me and I, seeing you as what I might become.

I have already inherited your pain and insecurities. It may be too late for me. But my sister? I will do whatever it takes to mean she doesn’t grow up to feel the same.

It doesn’t matter how many times I have begged you to SEE me. (ᴵᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢ). If it means she feels seen.

I will forgive you for all of your transgressions if she doesn’t know what it’s like to have them looming over her shoulders. She deserves to be loved freely. Not for how well she communicates or does chores in a timely manner. She deserves to know she’s good enough even at her lowest. So do I.

So do you.

Mom you are good enough.

You don’t deserve the bad things that happened to you.

I forgive you.

I love you.