Hello, little red-haired angel!
14-year-old i am writing this letter to you, I remember you and imagine our future...
Now, you are a 14-year-old girl. 14-year-old Anna, who loves you so much that she wants to be "Peter Pan"! I want to tell you that even at this age you have not lost your "childhood", imagination and faith.
Yes, I called you an angel. Because all children are angels.
We are angels!!!
You dreamed of growing up all your life An, now I look at the world and think it was wrong...
Because the more people grow, the more the angel's wings break.
Their wings, along with their growth, are filled with many sins and worries. which weaken and break these wings! These angels grow up and lose their angelicity....
It's big people sickness, little girl!
You know, I often look in the mirror and remember...
I remember you, in a red, beautiful dress made by your grandmother.
I remember the girl who, looking in the mirror, waves her red hair in the air, and I feel sad sometimes.
A big meteor of sadness will fall into me and start to burn in my heart!
Are you wondering why sadness? Because I want grandma to sew me a dress again, I want her to be here. I know, now she is an angel in heaven. But I want her to be with me. "Our" second grandmother, "our" repentant grandmother is in her homeland far away from you. I want to be with her again when you return to Georgia. I want you to wave your long red hair again. I want you to live in your homeland again. I want to call you grandma again. I want you to lie on the green grass again in the village, close your eyes and trust your imagination again.
I'm sad because I couldn't physically become "Peter Pan", the world didn't allow me to, unfortunately, in this world, there is a word: “impossible!”
But, don't get bored! I was able to do it spiritually! I have saved your traces in my soul, angel!
I am writing this letter and remembering you gives me great joy! You are my best friend and Emma! We have many friends: our diary named Emma, a sunflower, a library with many books, sea, sun, sky and stars! I talk to them all the time. They are very understanding and add zest to life, An! I always feel that they hear our voice...
I talk to Emma the most. I think I burdened his pages too much with sad and happy stories. But, Emma bravely does not give up and her pages can hold a lot of ink from our pen. she's like us too. she is brave and strong like us!
You know, when I look at photos where you are, I want to hold you and kiss you a lot, hug you a lot!
Angel, i’m so proud of you! You taught me how to be confident. You have overcome so many obstacles, baby, that if I am strong now, it is thanks to you! I am writing this letter and my feelings have become a big rainbow. Seven color feelings surrounded me together, seven different feelings from each other!
Feelings of happiness and sadness come together, An! I really like to see "our" photos!
I often pick up the phone and look at photos, look at myself in the past and talk to you.
Often our conversation begins with the words: - Hello, Anre? Why do I call you Anre? I'll tell you, but don't make fun of me! As before, I still love to be called strange names. "An" I took the word from "angel". "Re" is from the word "red". Anre = Red Angel
Girlllssss logicccccc!
And you are my red-haired angel, my best friend!
I love you so much that I don't want to change anything in you! I encourage everyone to love themselves as they are!
I love "you" as you are!
My advice would be not to be too naive and gullible. But, if it wasn't so, you wouldn't be exactly the "me" that I love! So I'll tell you again, I love you the way you are! Thank you Angel! Thank you for coming this far, thank you for making me "me".
Little girl, you will achieve your goals! Believe me!
Now you live in France, far from your homeland, which is difficult for you, but I promise you that soon we will return to our native land, Georgia!
"Homeland as the God is only one in the world."
Your homeland is Georgia!
I know that without it, I’am like a dry leaf that the wind knocked off the tree in autumn and flew to another land....
A green, living leaf that has turned brown and withered after leaving its native land.
But, soon you will return to your homeland! Then when you evolve and conquer the peaks, you will regain your greenness! You are here for your mother's health, for a better future for you and your family! So don't judge me, little girl... I know how patriotically you love your country! I met a lot of nice people in France too! I like it here too! I like how beautifully the sun laughs at the waves of the sea in Nice. I just miss my homeland...
You know, I'm more confident now?!
Now, more full of hope!
And when there is determination, all our dreams can come true! We believe in making dreams come true, now it's time for dreams to believe in us! We believe in life's difficulties, it's time for life's difficulties to believe in our strength!
Anre, life is like the weather, sometimes it rains in life, sometimes the sun shines, sometimes it snows. We never know the exact weather forecast. We just have to stand up and bravely fight for the sun in all weathers!
The sun will shine in our sky.
And I promise you, I will not give up this weather to any of the others, I will become a ray of that sun and nothing can extinguish "our" light!
Remember: I am you, you are me and we are us!
From big Ana full of love and hope.
The author: Ana Ghughunishvili