Cassandra,
I’m sorry. I won’t ask anymore. But whatever it was, I’m really sorry.
I don’t think you look like a plum. You look as pretty as you always have. Maybe even prettyer. Don’t get mad at me for saying that. I sent you a picture of me so you’d know what I look like now. (I don’t look much different).
Tell Josh I said hello. How is he doing in school?
I miss my dad but I’m glad he doesn’t have to deal with all the stuff he did before. He had to work two jobs to support me and keep the house wile dealing with his cancer. He asked about you a lot. Always wanted to know why we weren’t talking anymore. I never knew what to tell him. But it’s alright.
I’m sorry you don’t think you could trust me. It probably doesn’t help but I would never abandon you. Not on purpose, at least.
Teddy
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Teddy,
Josh is doing a little better. There’s no way for me to stop people from picking on him. They will as long as he has autism and that’ll be the rest of his life. He sent you a picture that he drew. The stick person wearing green is you because he remembered it was your favorite color. Then I’m in the purple, he’s in the blue and grandma and grandpa are in the orange.
I was just remembering the time we were canoeing and your dad purposely tipped the boat to teach me to swim. Of course, he leapt in to get me right after but I still learned that day. Then we ate soggy sandwiches in the tent. My grandpa went on that trip too. He rode you on his shoulders while I rode on your dad’s. We were too tired to hike.
I’m sorry for rambling.
Cassandra
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Love, Teddy
Short StoryCassandra and Teddy haven't spoken to each other in years. Not since Teddy moved almost 1000 miles away to New York. Teddy has tried to talk to Cassandra but she never responded until he told her there was something important he needed to tell her...
