There was a thick little notebook tucked into my mailbox yesterday morning. My brother brought it inside, and I ignored the quizzical look in his eye as I took it into my hands.
A rose was twined in the spiral binding, its colour that of a little girl's favorite pink shirt that has been washed a thousand and one times. A purple Post-It note was attached to the front of the notebook, unintentionally hiding the childish, aged picture of a ship and the scrolling words "Let your dreams set sail."
My name was scrawled hastily on the violet scrap of paper, in a handwriting I knew better than my own. The letter inside, written in red pen, brought tears to my eyes. Tears of guilt or tears of happiness, I wasn't sure.
But as I held the rose in my hand, I knew he'd let me find out, and I knew he would help me every step of the way.