Second Class Citizen has a sweet spot in my heart. There is something about Katia that connects to my soul. She's kind, uncertain, unsure and and a little uncared for from those who love her. She's the friend that is lonely and often forgotten by her friends. She's the character that is us, in someway.

Usually I know what the end is of my stories. I'm not sure were SCC is going to go. I don't even know what will happen in the next three chapters. For the first time, I'm writing blind. It's not familiar and its discombobulating.

And I think that maybe it's not the end of the world if I don't know. For once I'm going to follow the story where it leads me, instead of directing it.

Katia is going to have to hold my hand on this journey and show me were it ends.

When I think on it, there is also a stab in my heart. A small sense of sorrow for a friend in deep troubled waters. This story is going to make us cry and feel something. It's not going to have my usual regular happy feels. This is going to cut deeply.

I might need you dry my eyes on this one...

For Dear Katia:

"I'm sorry I've been gone so long. I was afraid of what you were going through. But I'm here now and I'm ready to listen."