And right after your ABC’s you learn that God created everyone equal, pink is not just a girl’s color, and boys are allowed to cry -how it should be.

Some people were just designed to be destructive.

To cry over spilled milk is completely acceptable -the tears will not end you.

She looked worn from a long day in the office but she did not let one single complaint slip from her lips as she turned on the stove to feed her two nagging kids -working mother of 2.

They are all breathing slower, in sync with the soft humming of silence, and I wonder as their eyelids flutter who they are dreaming of.

Her death was not Her end.

Empathy tugs lightly on my shirt sleeve and gently whispers in my ear, “they are struggling too.

And here I am, pouring my life into a notebook that will never know its importance.

They compete over who can become the best version of generic.

The rest of my small but loving family, who I know will read this and wonder where it all came from.