Remember, you have warrior's blood in your veins. The code that made your father who he was is the same code that will make you a woman he would admire, respect. Put your pain in a box. Lock it down. Like those people in the paintings your father liked, we are made up of boxes, chambers of loss and triumph. Of hurt and hope and love. No one is stronger or more dangerous than a woman who can harness her emotions. His past. Use it as fuel, as ammunition. As ink to write
the most important letter of your life.
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