Dear Mom,

I'm working on a novel idea that I have for the last 10 years or so, that you greatly incouraged me to right.
You manipulated it to be my form of taking revenge against my father, as it was greatly inspired by our trials and tribulations.
I take up the novel idea once more, ten years later and instead of being driven by revenge. It is driven by health, love and compassion. It makes me wonder how dark your soul has become to encourage your 12 year old daughter to write of the persucution of her father in such hate.
Now I write my own story.