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Hello. It's so good to see you. We're back at this road again, but did things change? I see you've gotten better at making paths, but you diverged just a little since last we talked. It's okay, your silence fills me with a cold comfort.

So, who are you truly? Do you like who you are? Do you like what you do? Do you feel a sense of purpose with what you do? Why do you do this? Did you want to make them proud? I think you already have. "How"? Well, it's because you're still here. You're still trying, still being, still doing your best. If they could see you now...

No, I know... We'd give anything to hear that "I'm proud of you", but we hear it all the time when we tell ourselves that. You didn't forget, did you? That no matter what, we are them. Every time we laugh, we smile, we fall, we cry, we sit in silence just listening to the world, that's them sending us their love. Be more kind to yourself. You're doing everything you can.

So, wipe those tears and enjoy the most precious gift they left us with. The gift of life.

Cheer up, it's a beautiful day.

Until I face the mirror again.