Little one, you are loved, even if you feel like a mistake and out of place,
because no one sees the way you do, or is in wonder as you are about... everything.
It gets better; just continue being you in your turbulent world of divorce, and fights about things you don't understand.
Keep writing! It's not rubbish, or a waste of time. After Dad, it's your first love, but, unlike Dad, it won't forsake you.
Keep writing your heart song, even when Mom says its trash. It's your gift, one she'll never understand.
Keep being, you have a brilliant way of viewing the world, and all your hurt is shaping you to relate to the hurt of others, to encourage others, to be the light that you are.
Bad things will happen, and it will bruise your soul in so many ways, but, you'll overcome. You have a knack for bouncing back from the shadows that follow you around on even the brightest of days.
Even if, you are loved, and your life will be filled with people who love you enough, and unconditionally.
This will never heal the scar left by Mom's aloof indifference or Dad's neglect, but you will flourish in the midst of that pain.
Little one, you are loved.