I love you guys so much. I love that you’re lesbians. I love that you guys still smoke weed. I love that you’re not rich, suburban, and the perfect parents. I love that you’re Athiest, liberal, and embarrassing. I love that I can talk to you honestly about sex and drugs. I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through in the last couple weeks, but it’s made us a lot stronger. I’m so glad I feel like I can talk to you guys about my problems now. I know you guys love me and Rachel more than anything. And I do want you to be able to move somewhere like Washington, or Canada, or even Britain, after me. I forgive you guys for all our fights and arguments in the past, and I really want to make you proud of me. I don’t wish I had a stable father in my life. Maybe you guys could stop smoking cigarettes. Sometimes it worries me, and I want you guys around for a long time. You’re a lot cooler than most parents and I’m so grateful.
Love, Audrey
