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Published on Nov 19, 2015
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A LETTER TO PURITA
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12 year-old Purita,
Hey! How is high school treating you? I hope it's going amazing. I may not remember much but I know that a bit after freshman year, high school was a blast! How is mom and dad? Do you visit dad? You should, although I don't visit him that much anymore.
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Ah, I remember freshman Purita, that girl everyone spoke about behind her back, the girl who hid behind snarky facades and bossy orders, the girl everyone loved to hate. The girl who was struggling to see light in the empty darkness all around her. The girl who just...needed someone.
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I remember the most memorable day we had, freshman year. We had just invited Patricia over. She was the girl, who for some reason, had dragged down the metal walls you built around yourself. Mom and dad were at it again, for the millionth time. Then it started getting louder, more intense, more violent. I remember it feeling like every nerve in my body was screaming 'RED ALERT'.
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Then you felt someone hold your hand, turn on the lights so you could stop scampering in the dark, we felt as if someone was there for us, for the first time in our life, there was someone.
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Angels are sent to keep you safe during a perilous time, but remember, they are not yours to keep. Once their mission is done, their halo lifts, and they exit your life. You become strangers once again. The angel sent to us will never be a stranger, though. For one second, for the next years of your life, never doubt your friendship with Patricia, okay? That's life; people hurt and people go, but the ones who stay are the ones you need to hold on to.
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Ever since that day, I realized that maybe it's time to stop hiding behind snarky facades and metal walls. Maybe there'd be more light in our life if we actually let people see we were struggling to see our own hands through the dark. Maybe we'd be happy again. So yeah, 8 years later and I have only one last thing to say. The marks people leave are too often scars, but it's our choice if we want to let them control us. Good luck, and I hope you the best.
xoxo, 20 year old Purita Solis
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