Dear, mom


I have been struggling with the fact that you’re not around. I miss you so much, words can not explain. There is death all around me and it’s bringing me down. I never thought I would be so home sick; I’m so tired of this place. The smell, the food, water, dirt, the people, and my surroundings, I’m ready to come home. With every hour that pass a life is taken, I pray everyday that I make it home safely. There are so many causalities; I feel so much for those families that have lost a loved one. Every where you turn around there’s tragedy. I want you to tell everyone I loved them very much, and that I hope to be home really soon. I wish that I could visit for a few days to get my mind off the stuff here; a cleared mind is the best mind. Everyone here it’s like there just out for themselves, the other day someone was almost left behind. There’s no on here to hold your hand or pick you up, and pat you on the back. That’s what you have to get use to, then reality steps in. You don’t have people to clean up your mistakes, you have no one to talk to, and you’re on your own. I feel like I’m going insane out here, this place is not for me, I need to come home. Just the other day I thought my life was over, but now I’m here writing this letter. I make sure I pray everyday, especially for the breath I breathe and to see another day. I love you, write back soon.

Sincerely
Kyra Simmons