There once was a girl who often asked about the pain in the world, “why doesn’t somebody do something?”
Dear Younger Me: “Why Doesn’t Anybody do Anything?”
Dear Younger Me: “Who is the fairest of them all?”
There once was a girl who found her value in comparing herself to others...
Dear Younger Me: What’s My Why?
There once was a girl who couldn't figure out her why...
To the Young Lady who called my son a “loser…”
I don't think that you intended for your words to have an impact, and you were probably joking. But I want you to know how your words changed something… just not in the way you might imagine...
Author Anne Day 