I know you will probably never read this, but I hope you will one day grow to be able to read. I hope that you will attend a school that has electricity and running water and teachers that love their job.
I want you to know that you inspire me. When I see you in your incubator, your entire body fighting to breathe, you give me hope. And I want to bless you – not in the name of any deity per se, just a blessing. You will be a leader. You will be strong. You will be protected.
So here’s the thing. I get it. My writing is sometimes a little emo, sometimes a little graphic, often a little aggressive. I don’t have natural wit. When I did debating I was the structured, factual one. The first or second speaker. Never the lively third speaker who had everyone in fits of laughter while subtly ridiculing the opposition.