"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 so long since you passed away and I still am finding it hard to accept. I was only six at the time, and I might be fourteen now but I still think about you all the time. You brought so much happiness to my family, my dad especially. He misses you a lot. I do too. I hope that in the time we spent together I could have given you at least 1/4 of the happiness you gave to my family. I still have so many questions. Why? What was the last thing I said to you? Did I do anything I would now regret if I had known what was going to happen? I wish I knew, but I don’t. I was only six. Something I think a lot about is would you be proud of me if you were still here? If heaven does exist, are you proud of me now? You were always an open minded person who saw the best in people so you probably would by default, but I Hope you genuinely would too. And that question haunts me , but I am sort of glad it does because it makes me want to better myself, for you, I would have done anything for you then and I would now too.