My dearest grandchild. Don't you understand? There is nothing you could ever do that would make me love you one bit less! There is nothing you could say, nothing you could be, nothing that could ever take you from my heart.

You messed up. Look around. All these adults that are telling you how and why you messed up? EVERY one of them were once 13. And every single one of them messed up. I know, because I was there! They should be telling you what they really feel. They really feel hurt for you and afraid. But you do not need to worry about that.

Come home. Walk in the door, and like magic, you are 13 again. You are a child. I know the situation and I will handle it. You just rest, recover and be 13. My job is to clean up the messes of life. You don't need to know the hows and what if's. You need to know that you are safe, you are loved and you are okay. You don't need to worry, stress or even think about it again.

Trust me my darling. Trust me to take care of the adult stuff. You just be 13. Stay with me in refuge. You are always safe here. In my home, the world can't touch you.