Dear Older Me,

By the time you get old. Please don't exaggerate everything. I just want you to remember your younger years when you  hate it when your mother exaggerate everything by assuming the worst in everything, and worse when you hear her tell a modified and often a blown out of proportioned to everything that happened. Remember how you hate it when people believed her more than you? And don't get me started with your brother and father.

So please, do us all a favor, stick to the facts. And if you don't know the whole story, just shut up!

Here to remind you,

Younger you