Dear Emmie Blue

by Lia Louis

I felt closer than I’d ever been to that “home” feeling I’ve searched my whole life for.

Even in the darkest of times, it is always important to focus, if you can, on the positives. No matter how small. No matter how few.

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

Flower, I support you and accept you, even though you’re a wreck. (And even if your nose is ever a blighted tomato.)