Dear Aunt Nonny
I didn’t want to tell you I understood the pain because I’d gone through it. You’ve always see me as a sheltered and well-loved child. That’s a pretty image and I’d like to keep it that way. I can freely talk about feeling abandoned and being misunderstood. But I can’t freely talk about the early childhood I remember because it isn’t as rosey as everyone else says it was. I remember what I once forgot and I wish to be the only one who knows about it.
P.S. If it wouldn’t change things, I would tell the whole world.