Though you be but only sixteen, we both know you’re not naïve. You’ve seen and heard some incredible things. My dear, treasure that innocence you hate to perceive.
You see, next year, you’re life is going to change. No longer will a simple life be in range. It may be a part of growing older it seems, but you my dear, may have some bad dreams.
I wish I could tell you what to do and warn you of what’s to come. But at the end of the day when I reflect on our life, what is done is done.
So why do I write you? It may seem kind of funny. I think what I have to say may be worth more than money.
Though you have yet to experience true pain, I’m here to tell you all you have to gain.
You see, you’re stronger than you think and smarter than you know. The wisdom you’re parents taught you will eventually come to show.
You are a warrior. A fighter in the rink. You have the guts to fight like a man, though your favorite color is pink.
I’ll leave you with these final words, that no matter what you do; you’re the most beautiful warrior in the world, I can easily say that’s true.
So take these steps into the years of pain and misery. In the end you will come out with more passion and strength then any eye can see.