Beauty&Fall

Back. The air isnt as friendly here as it is at home. Living next to the mountains has its perks. Miss home. I miss my daddy. I miss comfortable. Today was an amazing day. I woke up to my dad telling me he was leaving in ten minutes, and if i'm going I better get out of bed. I contemplated the importance of my presence at the detention center, where my dad was speaking. I tried to tell myself that I didnt need to go, and couldnt find myself falling back asleep. I had to go.. it felt right. Me and my dad drove to the detention center, and I was glad I made the decision to come. Today is his birthday. We reach DT and I sit by myself on the chapel bench as the bishop acknowleges me in front of the crowd. My dad gave an excellent talk, I held back the tears as I witnessed the first time ever seeing my dad cry. Well, he teared up. I was lucky enough to attend a class afterwords with girls only a few years younger than me. As the teacher taught repentance and forgiveness, my heart softened with the things these beautiful daughters of god had to say. Majority from broken homes, some from no homes at all. It was great to finally be around people that were real. Real stories. Real lives. Nothing sugar coated. They all wore purple sweatshirts, I almost wanted one. I'm not saying that they are superior girls, and that its cool to do wrong things and end up in DT... but to me, the purple didnt signify their mistakes, it signified girls trying to overcome a challenge. A challenge that was real. I felt a feeling of belonging in this environment, I came home and immediately searched the chriteria and schooling envolved with becoming a social worker. This is what I want to do. The plan has always been english. I've always wanted to write. I have a new priority. I want this to be my life. I really want this. The few hours I was their had a large affect on me. I enjoyed it. I also enjoyed being able to attend my mothers talk afterwords, at our home ward. I have great parents. I love them. Being able to celebrate my dad's birthday with him was really nice. I'm a really lucky girl. Sometimes I wonder if I am deserving of it.

Here are a few pictures of the poetry reading Bailee and I attended at LATart: