Dear Alice,
I remember the first time I saw you at school. Your black plaits were held in check by pink ribbons. You were sitting next to your best friend. You were bent over your notebook and from over your shoulder, I could see the pink fluffy feathers of your white pencil happily dancing as you wrote. You looked so serious.
The whole class was invited to attend your fifth birthday party. The sun was shining but there was a slight chill in the air. We were young, our blood warm, and a little chill was nothing compared to the excitement of handing over your present, eating cake and sweet things until we were jumping around like jackrabbits on coke.
At my insistence, my mother had phoned your mother to find out what you wanted most in this world. We got you what you wanted - a Barbie doll with blond hair.
I didn't understand the hair color. I know your best friend was blond, but did you want to be like her?
I liked you just the way you were.
Mother even helped me to choose the wrapping paper and the bow. I was so nervous she had to help me wrap it as well. Everything had to be perfect - just like you.
We arrived at the party. I saw you, ran up to you, handed over your present, and said, "Happy birthday Alice."
In your one hand, you were holding a stick of pink candy floss and a spot on your nose.
You looked adorable.
"Thank you," you said, and smiled.
I smiled.
We had matching toothless gap smiles.
After that, I had never noticed anyone else.
Leo Alexander
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Dear Alice
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