Dear Emmie Blue

by Lia Louis

deep down, I am made of strong stuff. Rebuilt with it, at least, the way we all are, over the years, with age and experience, skin thickening, heart softening, patched up double in the places prone to breakage. A sum of all the things that have hurt us, scared us, sheltered and delighted us.

Maybe home isn’t a place. It’s a feeling. Of being looked after and understood. Of being loved.

“That is called a conversation, is it not, Emmie? How relationships are made, slowly sharing pieces of yourself, in turn?”