dear dad,
holy. shit.
i’m You.
i am 100% certain that i have turned into a mini version of the man you are. + honestly? i am not sure i like it!
i am preaching to my girls about how beautiful they are + how only they can validate themselves, telling people to keep their chin up + be positive, assuring coworkers that they have the power within themselves (yes you can! love yourself!).
i am getting on my own nerves. kind of the way you always get on mine!
man, oh man!
at least we know one things for certain: despite the lone redhead in the family, i sure as hell am your daughter. however, the jury may still be out on mom.
still love you,
sammy
ps: i not so secretly love Everything you say + do for me- even if i quite often roll my eyes + want to kill you when you preach to me from your “latest book”. that aside? you’re as Cool + wise as they come.
pps: do not remind me of this letter when i tell you to shut up. thanks :)
