Good day,
I hope that when your reading this, your minds are more open than they were a few years ago. We haven't spoken in a few years; I hope it wasn't my doing. I know my news at the table was a shock, and you didn't want to speak with me ever again. I hope we can change that.
I just want you to know that I am happy. I had to learn what that was like after the things you had said to me that night. It took me nearly a year to push past most of it -- though I still think I am still recovering. That may never change. But, I've finally reached a good place, a place where I don't hate either of you.
I look and sound a lot different too. I doubt you'd recognize me if we passed on the street. But I hope you can how much it means to me that I can finally be who I want and need to be.
I graduated from university, and now I work at the local newspaper. You can read my column if you want. It mainly discusses politics. I even took some classes about politics so i could write more effectively. It's fun. I write both satire and informative pieces. My boss claims I've been the reason more people have been buying the paper. It's quite flattering.
I would like it if we could call again. I miss both of you, and I have so many things I want to share with you. The first, which will be in this letter, my name. It changed too. I live in Calgary; I know you both haven't moved. So maybe we could go out for coffee sometime, if you'd like that is.
Please write me back,
Samantha
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Ficción GeneralA collection of short stories written for school and for myself during my spare time. All are fiction. Some are short, others are longer. The whole collection is pieces that have improved my writing for the better. And I will keep adding to it when...
