Dear Clarity,
There is a picture of us on the day of your graduation. You look so happy and so beautiful with your hair falling down your shoulders. My eyes are focused on your beautiful smile. I remember when my dad got you a new car as your present and you started to tear up. You said you couldn't take it because it was too much but my dad refused and we spend the night at the park watching the stars. Typical you.
Love,
Brooklyn
