I saw your face. It’s not your usual one. I didn’t see those beautiful, hazel eyes light up a room yesterday. Or that pearly white smile that decorates your teeth. Or those faint olive-skin hands waving at people like if you were a beautify pageant queen. Nope, I didn’t see that in your face today.
And don’t think I haven’t forgotten about that anti-Britto protest you’ve been planning behind that retailer’s back! (It’s OK: I’m sorta anti-Britto, too, but don’t tell anybody!)
Oh, but, come on, girl! I know you aren't happy. Not on the inside, not on the outside. So, come on, let’s talk… Sit beside me, ‘cause I’ve got all the time in the world. Literally. So, yeah… Look at you, smiling and giggling like a preppy teenage girl! Hehe, I’ve still got it! I still can make you laugh! Kudos for me!
But seriously, we need to talk. Now.
Do you think I don’t know that sleazebag you call “boyfriend” has been pressuring you to throw some nasty pictures? And that blood he’s been leaving you every time he leaves your bed?
Do you think I don’t know about those scars you’ve been making to your own body?
Or that noose you’ve been making with Mom’s bed sheets?
Or that bottle of Frangelico mixed in with all the alcohol needed to clean a room?
I know, okay? And I grieve. I grieve. These tears that have been rending your heart, they have been rending mine. I’ve sent people to pick them up.
So some of these things you brought it upon yourself –let’s be honest to ourselves-, some of those things unfortunately fell on your lap. But, please, mi amor, it won’t kill you to talk to me once in a while! Not that I don’t know everything, but, I want to hear your voice! You’ll hear mine when I want you to hear me.
Why? Because I love you.
You’ll tell your floozy mother that you won’t make her mistakes.
You’ll tell your daddy, whoever it is, that those secrets will be revealed.
You’ll tell those chicks in school that you’re beautiful –and you won’t have to raise your finger.
You’ll take away those bloody Personas and throw them to the trash.
You’ll turn that noose into a quilt for your daughter, and your daughter’s daughter, and your daughter’s daughter's daughter, and so on.
You’ll chug that ethanol suicide bottle down the drain.
Why? Because I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.
See? Now I see the smile I’ve always known and loved. Come on, mija, give me a hug!
You’re smiling because today is the first day of an amazing day. And trust me… It’ll be…AMAZING.