These are email exchanges that followed the ones in the previous post. It’s getting even more telling and interesting and even a little disturbing.

Why am I all of a sudden so brave with my emails to a mom who would rather me be dead? Well, around this time is when I started to toy with the idea that my sister, Kristen, is actually not my “friend” at all and that she is the puppeteer behind my Dr. Seuss Life: A Life of Opposites. My sister, I’m beginning to uncover, is the Hitler and my mom is the Himler. I’m cracking the case, here, and (almost) in the nick of time.

This is the collage of photos I sent to my mom. There are many more sad face photos that are not included…

This is my me, my sister, and our mom 6 days before she died…