Dear Aria,
You came into a Tuesday morning with a quiet that surprised the room.
Everyone was ready to celebrate, and you were ready to look around first.
That has not changed.
I want you to know — long before you read this —
that the way you feel things is not too much.
It is the instrument you came in carrying.
The world will tell you, sometimes, to put it down.
Don't.
You will meet people who will love you for the same softness
that other people will say is your problem.
Trust those first ones.
And when the room is loud, and the feelings get tangled,
remember — you are allowed to leave it.
Step outside. Look at the sky.
The same one you were born under is still up there, watching back.
With more love than I have words for,
The reading.
Yours, in this reading.