Dear Daughter,

It’s hard when someone wants you to live your life as though you’re them, looking through their eyes, and seeing a plastic world. It’s worse when you age a little and realise they wore symbolic blindfolders all those years and stumbled. It’s good thing you didn’t comply to what they tried to superimpose on you or you, too, would be falling in limbo.

Dear daughter, your dad was an illusionist, creating a picture he painted out of the same plastic colors he said the universe was made of. Was it your fault for asking him if there was more to it than black and white? My dear child, was it an error that he kicked you out of the house or had he you done you a favor?

I really hope you are able to let go of hanging on to yesterday’s father and find tomorrow’s mom. Though I wasn’t with you in the past I am near you, right around the corner of where you live, and I’m walking toward you now. You’re father and I didn’t see eye-to-eye either, as the nights and days passed and we’d stopped looking at ourselves.

The truth is, your dad kicked us BOTH out a long time ago. On the day you were told to leave and you looked back to see me starring out the window, I wasn’t there. The house was merely an illusion and no one really lived in it. All that was really there was empty land, in a black and white plastic world that WE created for ourselves.

Though you may think we are strangers, I think we are friends. When you look in the mirror, you will see me in the reflections of your soul. We are each other’s teachers and students, finding ourselves breathing through each other’s breath. Every day is leading to what should be when I believe we are one.

From time to time, I even pray for your dad and want good things for him. He, too, is human and I understand his hurt. Just the other day, I was looking at all that empty land where we thought the house was and I saw something amazing: I saw a multitude of angels were there and they were building a new home. A key was magically placed in my hand and I didn't understand. I only know I was told I could live in the new place when it was ready.

“How long will I have to wait?” I politely asked.

“It’s going to take as long as you think it will take to move on.” The angels replied.