Dear Daughter, This is an open letter to the little girl I raised into a woman. I know you don’t want to acknowledge my influence on your life, but I feel it necessary to voice my rebuttal. You see, everything I’ve loved and lost has claw marks. You always have seen the world in black and grey. Your version of the truth is not the actual truth, and I feel I need to set the record straight. Seeing the reality of it all, those black and gray areas (that I once fought for) have so much more color. At the time of this letter, one of those areas is my…