Dearest Louis Do you like my hugs at all anymore? We used to cuddle and tickle and horse-around....you would help me cook and we would snuggle at the tv together... Are you angry? Is it something I did? You are angry with the world in general, that much is true I know....the hate that spews from your mouth to and about those that love you is palpable....and yet you don't have an answer as to why you feel the way you do... Your young mind just reflects the chaos around you. And it is chaos. I am not here to be judged by you....your pain is real, there is no question about it, but you are young, naive, and fickle....and blind. If someone is filling your head with the bullshit you appear to believe or "know" about me, then I am grateful. And nonplussed. Because in time you will learn to think for yourself....and you are so very intelligent already... Everyone in your family loves you, loves to look after you....even your brother for whom you have the most vocal disdain, was sitting on the floor with you last weekend while you played with q-tips on our bedroom floor because you were SO bored with your #life, even by the excellent movie.... The very same brother Countless