Day 1 — Your Best FriendDay 2 — Your Crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror
Dear Mom and Dad,
There isn’t anything particularly pressing that I haven’t told you already. I’ve already listed all of the mistakes I think you’ve made. I’ve already told you how bitter I am that all throughout my teen years you called me a bad daughter - and treated me as such - even though I got straight A’s, never went to a party, never smoked, never drank, never did drugs, and always got home before my 10:00p curfew. Yeah, you’ve already heard all of this.
But I guess what you don’t hear from me too often are affirmations. Dad, I remember as a teenager I asked you in frustration why you and mom didn’t have good jobs. I accused you two of simply just not having the ambition to “move up,” as the Jefferson’s would say. You bitterly but simply replied, “It’s difficult when you’re an immigrant…” I had no idea what you were talking about, so it was left at that.
Now I do know what you’re talking about. And that’s one of the few moments in my life that I’m most ashamed of. I apologize for my ignorance and my inability to understand at the time, but now I do understand. And I thank you two SO much for not giving me crap about the field of work I’ve chosen for myself. I hope that one day, through my work, I will make sure that your voices are heard.
Love,
Paola