Dear Grandpa,
It's not the end of the world. Since Monday, when I was furious at my parents... and the world for being stupid, those 7 words have been repeating in my mind constantly. I'm not sure how they got into my head, but everytime I think of "It's not the end of the world," I relax. It feels like someone pulled the plug to all of the pressure that was rising in my chest and let it ooze and settle.
Thank you for helping me, Grandpa. Mom tells me that you always knew just what to say and do and I completely understand. I might not have believed in ghosts and angels before, but I believe in you.
Love always,
Your granddaughter
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