Dear Lior,
It's 2019 and I'm 27. You're upstairs having your nap (even if it's already 5PM) And I don't mean for this post to be another sad one but I think I've underestimated how sad christmas usually is.
Right now, Lolo is still in the hospital. He's been in and out the ICU for the past two months and we're all still so heartbroken. I am not ready to write about it yet. One day I will, although I'm sure you already know.
Lior, I think the point of this post is-
Holiday season sucks. I hope you think otherwise but if you feel the same way as I do, please don't ever feel pressured to be at the peak of happiness just because the season compells you to be. It's hard to force if you're not feeling it and I absolutely hope that you will let me know when you do.
You're my number one always.
PS. Last night, you told me just before sleeping, "Mama, I can't live without you." You wonderful being you.
Love always,
Mama
