Malia
No, I get it. I don't think anybody was sad to see him gone. ...I don't know how I feel about it, still. Sometimes I miss him. Then I feel bad about it.
I know you didn't, and I get that. It's probably easier to be something else when you have things that you're trying to run away from, but we can't run forever. Sometimes we have to face our problems head on, and I know that it hurts but you have to do that too, Malia. What happened to your mother and Becky isn't your fault. You had no way of knowing what you were, you had know way of controlling it. You were a child. You can't blame yourself for something that you did when you were so young, you had just as little control over what happened that day as I did when my dad lost his temper. I can't be blamed for what happened to me. You can't be blamed for what happened to you.
You're not crazy. And you're not on your own anymore, you've got me, right? And we're friends. If you ever have trouble, or if you're sad or something you can come to me. That's what friends do for each other.
The color of your eyes doesn't reflect on the person that you are. People with blue eyes can be good. People with yellow eyes can be bad. Nothing is black and white like that.