Wow. This is it. Countless hours spent editing stories, rehearsing for choir concerts and losing sleep to stay on top of my coursework comes to an end with this letter. I usually love writing letters, but this one feels bittersweet. I mean, it’s still hard to believe that the time has come to close this chapter of my life and open a new one. It’s exciting, frightening and heart breaking all at once.
Yes, I complain about the rigorous workload and cold classrooms, but deep down, I know I’d relive these four years just to spend more time with those who helped little Lucy grow into the woman she always dreamed of becoming.
Little Lucy loved reading books, but she didn’t know she could be a storyteller until Mr. K changed the narrative.thank you, Mr. K, for helping me find my voice and grow the confidence to speak up in the moments where I would’ve chosen silence instead.
So, thank you, Mr. K for helping me find my voice and speak up in the moments in which I would’ve chosen silence instead.
When she wasn’t reading books, little Lucy daydreamed about a life with sisters. Then, Bawitha and Van came in and turned her dreams into reality. So to my forever soul sisters, thank you for giving little Lucy the childhood she always wanted even at the ripe age of 18.
Even if exploring storylines and figments of her imagination kept her busy, little Lucy couldn’t help but spiral in self-doubt. She let every insecurity weigh her down until Lorelei showed her how to embrace her blemishes and take pride in them. Thank you, Lorelei, for everything you’ve taught me and helped me unlearn.
And long before little Lucy could even speak a word, or write one for that matter, her Heavenly Father watched from above. Thank you, Lord, for being my anchor and constant. Everything I have and am is because of you.
