April 24, 2016
Dear Mr. Miranda,
I'm just trying to keep hope. I ran away. I ran away a while ago. I'm doing weird things for cash. I miss Emma, my friends. It's my 15th birthday today. I remember when you and Vanessa sang Happy Birthday to me when I turned eight. That was fun.
If you haven't already figured it out, it's Naomi White again. I'm sorry if I was a dick. I wish I had told you I was a foster kid that really needed help. I'm sorry. I was just scared. Scared of asking my hero for help. So...
Mr. Miranda, I just want to say, thank you for being an inspiration. You are smart, funny and cute. That's weird, but true.
So, how are you? I'm fine. If you consider living in an alleyway fine. If you do, then I am as great as can be! I wish I was able to write lots like you. I can't write too much without losing track of myself or the topic.
Well, I should go.
Sincerely,
Naomi WhiteDear Mrs. Miranda,
Hi. I'm Naomi White. You bought me food once. Thank you. I wish I could repay you. But I probably never will be able to. What can the homeless daughter of two dead druggies possibly do to repay you?
Well, I have nothing to say. Imma go.
From,
Naomi White
YOU ARE READING
Unopened Letters//Adopted by Lin-Manuel Miranda//Book One
FanfictionNaomi White is a girl who's parents died from a drug overdose. She writes Lin-Manuel Miranda letters, though he never opens them. Until he gets a twentieth letter.