Letters to My Daughter, New York October 2013
25 October 2013Dear Jo,
I worry. As your mom, it is my job. I worry for so many things that sometimes I think I am going cuckoo.
I worry about which school you are going to attend to after this one.
I worry if you'd be able to speak up to defend your idea or to protect yourself.
I worry if your soft, kind heart will lead people to using you.
I worry if you'd live your dream and be happy.
...and on, and on, and...