On February 12th, you turned 7 and a half years old.
Life keeps getting harder and harder every day. But I will continue to fight for you as long as there is breath left in my body.
You are so much stronger and braver and kinder than I could ever be. I keep reminding myself that, whenever I get scared.
Dyslexia is a gift. Everything is going to be fine.
Love always,
Mama
