A Letter For Myself (A Short Story)

Dear Shira,

How you doing? Same old same old?!

By the time you’re still in the womb in your mom,

You’re so talented, doing acrobatic and more stunts

Which results you to be born with clubfeet.

You are lucky to have a parents who finds way to make your life pretty normal enough to say.

They heard you scream every time the smiling doctor twisting your soft lil feet.

As days, weeks, months, years pass your giggle wash those pain.

You’ve learn A, B, C’s

Count 1, 2, 3

You make them proud when you got medal.

You made them frown when you didn’t meet their expectations

Where they know that you can really do.

You make them happy when you become competitive

And brought disappointments when you’re in college.

Come on.

When did the last time you made them proud?

Maybe unspoken.

Shira I know you’ve grown not only physically, mentally but also emotionally.

You start wondering what does letters L-O-V-E

Which you found yourself utter when you felt the spark of lighting arrow of cupid.

You explore and found yourself hurt.

You stood and been ok for a year of doubt.

How have you’ve been  now Shira?

I heard you fell in love again but this time deeply?

How’s  your heart doing?

Tortured by you?

Cheer up Shira.

Forgive yourself for what you’ve done to push your love away.

Forget how it used to be.

Keep moving together with the world.

You’re a great woman more than you’ve imagine.

You can be every thing in this universe as well.

You are still young and can still make things up.

The Way You Live Naturally, Cheer up Shira. :D

Sincerely yours,

Nenskei :D

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