November 26th, 2004
Dear Dad,
Happy Thanksgiving. It’s not the same celebrating it without you, or mom. Even though she isn’t American at all, but she’d celebrate it with us anyways.
It was just Uncle Alex and I today. I asked him if he’ll invite friends over like you would, but he said that Thanksgiving is a family holiday, like Christmas, but that depended on how I felt about friends. He said some friends are like family, and some are not.
Later on that day, Uncle Alex showed me some of his work. He told me that he’s been working on symbols that he made up. He told me that this one particular symbol mostly represented me. There were 8 small triangles. They were all the same size and they were arranged in a circle. They pointed at this circle inside of the triangle circle. Uncle Alex said that this meant courage. The triangles represent all the harm and all the fear, but the circle remained intact. It never changes shape, and it never changes color.
I was thinking, maybe I should have make a custom surfboard and put Uncle Alex’s symbol on it. It’ll surprise him for sure.
Your son,
Rico
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