"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

I know I just wrote to you, but I need to let this out before I lose my mind. Why, why did you chose to go instead of stay. Why’d you leave me. All these years I’ve tried to be happy, but I’m falling apart. My pain shows inside and out. I don’t know what to do anymore. You should be her, see me go on my first date, meet my boyfriend, see me get married, help raise my kids. But instead you left. I don’t know who I am anymore, I guess I left when you died. I’m broken, because of you. I love you, but did you ever think what would happen to me, the little girl who traveled home expecting you to be ok. I walked into the house, a smile on my face, but when I saw Nonna’s face, all I could do was cry. I cried for days, then weeks, now….for years. I miss you so much that my chest burns. I needed you, I still do. All I ask, is why….why you chose death over life.