Vesper, when you become a nurse.
I read it by the window where my life had slowly stitched itself back together.
My sweet girl,
If you are reading this, then you made it through many hard days.
I wish I could say I am surprised.
I am not.
You always had a stubborn little light in you.
Being a nurse will ask much from you.
People will come to you scared, angry, broken, grateful, rude, hopeful, and everything in between.
Help them.
But remember this.
A good nurse does not pour from an empty cup.
A good daughter does not have to disappear to prove love.
A good sister does not have to drown to keep someone else floating.
Take care of people, Vesper.
But remain a person while you do it.
I folded the letter and held it against my chest.
Downstairs, I could hear Mr. Gideon moving around the kitchen, probably looking for cookies he claimed not to like.
