Dear Amelia,
Do you remember the first time we met?
I don't.
I know we used to play together in the playground.
I know that when everyone played in the sandpit you would stamp your foot and refuse.
But I don't remember meeting you.
You were always there.
I hope it was like spider man and I said to my mother "Aunt May, is that an angel?"
Because you are an angel.
If you read this when you were happy you would have laughed. Not to make fun of me but you would tell me how cliché is was but you would smile.
And your eyes would gleam in the light.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Amelia
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