Love, Loss & Legacy
By Belle Jhéanell on August 19, 2014
I was 9 years old when my mom bought home a marble notebook and told me to start writing down my feelings. I was an extremely quiet child who despite having had a complicated childhood, never showed many emotions except for happiness. She’d always catch me in deep thought and the answer, “nothing” when she’d ask me what was wrong didn’t suffice. . . .