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Dear Lorenzo,

Right now it's 9:47 p.m. and I'm sitting in bed, watching the Goldbergs and listening to Amira's loud breathing. I've had a pretty great past several weeks. Amira and I went to Boston for spring break, much to the delighted surprise of my mom, aunts and cousins. I saw no one outside of family, choosing to stay in and nap on my mother's couch while Amira made oobleck contendedly. I ate thin crust, Greek-style, cheese laden pizza and scoops of Emack and Bolios's Smoreo ice cream every, single day.

It. Was. HEAVEN.

And now I'm back home in Chicago and...

I'm happy.

I feel better than I have in a long time.

I'm actually ready to be happy again.

I'm not ashamed or scared anymore.

I'm ready.