too short but it's something

Dear Mom and Dad,

When I first moved out to the farm, I wasn't sure if I would survive. I guess, in a way, I believed you both, that maybe I wasn't cut out for this kind of responsibility. Would I be too flighty and nervous to keep up? Especially with a cousin you'd always told me was bratty and disrespectful out here too.

But you know what? I don't regret a thing. It was hard at first. Those first few days I almost worked myself to death. I was just so afraid of being a burden to the others there. The last thing I wanted them to think me of was useless. Spent a lot of time at the clinic healing off heat exhaustion.

But as time has gone by and my mind has broken into the routine, there's something so pure about being here. Pure and beautiful, and somehow less stressful. It is so freeing to work at my own pace, truly take hold of my own life. It may not have been the thing I was supposed to do. But I'm finding more and more that it's what I want.

I'm not just surviving, I'm thriving. The people here are patient, some harder to crack than others but they've all been willing to see and help me succeed. And the landscape! The air is constantly fresh and clean, everything wrapped in blissful quiet.

I know that it hasn't been often that either of you believed me. And I understand. Your lives have been hard, and you've been ground down so hard underneath them. But I do pray for you every day. And you can have solace that your girl has finally made the right decision for herself. I can only hope that someday you'll find that same happiness before it's too late.

Love,
Klara