Oh little girl.

I love you, but I think we’ve entered the “terrible twos” a bit early. I know in some ways you’re well ahead of your peers, but you’re not able to express the whirlwind of emotions that are in your head. I know what it’s like to have all your feelings turned to 11.

We’ll make it through this tempest. You didn’t come with a manual, and we’re learning as you learn. I love you and we’re going to get through it together.

You’re a good girl. The bad things that happen, they don’t make you any less of a good child. Remember that.