Dear Matthew,
So many things have changed around our house, now. It's exciting, knowing that I was the one who did it all. The walls are white, and the old roof tiles have been replaced with corrugated blue iron, giving the place a nice, airy appearance. I added some white latticework to the eaves, and I bought an arched trellis to curve over the entrance gate. The flowers have already started to bloom, because it's spring.
Inside, I got a new pale blue bookshelf for the living room, and I had a fireplace installed for the particularly harsh winters. Not that it gets all that cold in Australia. Mrs. Smith brought me some potted flowers just yesterday, and I've arranged them nicely on the front landing, so that you are greeted by their sweet smell as soon as you walk up the steps.
But the best news of all—Mrs. Smith is with child! It's been about a month, now. I am so excited for her and Mr. Smith; it must be such a special time for them.
Oh, Matthew, I wanted children, too. You would have made a great father. We would all go to the market together, and we would bake and play ball, and the children would write letters to you when you went away.
That thought makes me so sad.
I think I need to find something else to do with my time, now. If I can't have children of my own, perhaps I can work at the local school, or tutor children in my home. Why, that's a lovely idea.
I'll write to you again soon, Matthew, and tell you what comes of it.
Hoping for happiness,
Adeline
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Dear Matthew
Ficción históricaAdeline Brown discovers that her husband, who has just been sent off to fight for the ANZACS in Gallipoli, has been killed in battle. She continues to write letters to him as she processes her grief and tries to live on without him as her house and...
