“I love to write. And I don’t just want to write about what is. I don’t even just want to write about what could be. There isn’t a single moment I can remember where words haven’t fascinated me. I love them. And I want to paint pictures with them. And I want those pictures to make people smile. I want those pictures to encourage people to be kind. I want those pictures to inspire hope and goodness and everything you’ve taught me. Even if some parts of them aren’t going to be pieces you like or agree with.” Slowly, I bring my gaze up, first to my mother, then to my father. “That’s the only way
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