Dear Mom,
Thinking of that letter you wrote to me reminded me of times when I could easily sense that something bad was happening, or that something bad was about to happen.
I would often sense it by the expressions on your face. When I saw worry on your face, I would get extremely worried about it myself. I would amplify those fears until they sometimes turned into one of those meltdowns, with me screaming in terror.
Usually, it was because something bad really was happening, but it sometimes wasn’t. I could see it on your face—like, for example, a baby very sick or dying, or even that time when Andrew went over the falls.