"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

It’s been 6 years since you passed away. Sometimes I completely forget you existed and people knew you, other times I can’t even fathom that I live without your phone calls and laughter. I wish you were still around, it was so easy to talk to you about things. Even though I was young when you died, I still could talk to you. I remember vividly when mom and dad told me you had died, but the weird thing is I don’t remember a single thing during that day. I can’t remember how I felt, what I did or what I said. I’ve only cried twice about you since your funeral, first time was after I had an argument with mom and I just wanted to talk to you, the second time was on a random night when I was thinking about all my memories with you and how they weren’t enough. I want to be a jounrnalist or maybe a writer one day. I hope you can see be and be with me, I hope that you can hear me. If I ever have a daughter , I am naming her after you. You were strong and beautiful, you were the best grandma. You filled all our lives with happiness and amazing memories, you always made me smile even when I was angry. No one will replace the love I had for you, you were my rock. I hope you and grandpa are happy, I miss you both.