Entry #11

Dear Readers,

Im doing something a little different this time. Ive been wondering if the woman I speak of so much. Reads these. Do you think she does? Well just in case. I wrote this very special letter to her.

To the woman who raised me,

What do I call you? What do you prefer? Your first name or the name you told me to call you? Do you think you succeeded in your job as my mother? Or are you realizing you failed? Do you regret your descisions or do you stand by them? Are you lonely? Do you wish you protected me? Do you ever want to just tell the truth? Do you ever miss me and wish you didnt do this to me? Or are you proud of yourself? Because to me. It seems like you are. It seems like you are not sorry for the things you’ve done! It seems as though the words that come from your mouth are not that you know what I am saying true. But that Its all a dream? I Wish this Was all A DREAM. I hope you decide to do what is right. I hope you tell the truth about who you are. I hope you give those around you the answers as to. Why? How could you? What are the real reasons you adopted me? I hope for your sanity I hear it in a statement one day.

Love Ally

Oh! And to my readers! Thank you for letting me open my mind. For giving me a place to truely talk about my feelings. Blogging gives me a place to document what runs through my mind. And I dont know a better person to share my thoughts with. Then with you. …

Now.

Love Ally