Dear Faithie,

I never told you this but you were such a huge role model to me. I hung on to your every word. You teaching me how to draw in the fog on windows seemed like the coolest thing ever. And it was. Because you said it. You told me which songs were cool and which stars to like. I always thought you were so cool. After I moved, we never really talked, but I would hear stories about how great you were from my mom. And then one day, March 23rd actually, my grandmother called and told us you had died. You were on a bike trip with your friends and you got hit by a car. You were only 17. I’m so sorry.

Love,
Rachel, the 14 year old girl who is still often that 4, 5, and 6 year old you knew.