My Dear Stella,
I am so, so, so proud of you buddy. Despite all that you have endured over the past month, you have handled everything with so much strength. You have been shuffled between grandparents and aunties and friends, so many different people putting you to bed and singing you their own songs and feeding you and taking care of you. Knowing your love of regimen, I can only imagine how hard this must have been at times. You had to visit Mommy in the hospital, even when she didn't look like Mommy, with tubes sticking out of her neck and fifty pounds of fluids in her body. You have had to deal with constant tears and sadness, all for something you don't fully understand. The rain has come, and stayed, and you keep walking along and singing your songs. You are the bravest of all of us these days.