With everything that happened between her and Karim, that was even more of a reason for Allison to speak her mind. Her own emotions were everywhere, and she just needed some clarity in anything at all. If she didn't get the clarity that she needed, then she needed to try and get it through to her. Allison wouldn't be surprised if she made everything so much worse than it already was, but ... she still did it.
You never answered my last letter. Although there wasn't much to answer to, I thought of you answering with something. No matter. I actually am writing for a different reason. It may not be a pretty reason, and you may get hurt in the process, but it needs to be done. And with the years of you being my second mother, you shouldn't find it surprising that I'm standing up. Yes, even to you. I'm not afraid of my own mother, nor am I of you. I love you truly, but I don't think that I can let this go right now.
Karim and I had a falling out, but I still want to understand myself. Karim told me about Hogsmeade.
I'm sure that statement is all I need to write before you know what I'm about to say. I'm also sure that statement is all I need to write before you break down again. I apologize, but I just want to understand how in the world you can't accept him. Do you know how hard this is on him, let alone you? He actually has to live being like that, while all you have to do is watch. If you think that he just chose to be that way, then you can't be any more wrong. Why would someone choose to be that way when there are still the majority of people who don't understand? Who would choose such a life where they're terrified from the truth, because of the ridicule and hate? I know that it probably came as a shock, but it shouldn't change your perception of Karim; of your baby boy. A parent is supposed to support their child, because if they aren't careful, then they could lose them forever. What if he hid it from you? Then you'd see him just as you've seen him for the other part of his life.
You can see my disappointment. I only have a sliver of understanding. You can take this letter and burn it for all I care - actually, it would probably be best to do so anyway, but I just had to get my thoughts across. However you take them will be your choice and I cannot force you to think anything.
Although, I can keep writing to you about it. Like I said, I love you, but I'm not afraid.
I hope you had a good Christmas, because I wrote it afterward just for that reason.
