Love, Teddy

12

Cass,

 I’m sorry about your job. That does sound awful. At least you won’t have to do it anymore. Sometimes, it’s good to be fired. Like if I didn’t quit, I wouldn’t have gotten to sleep until 11 this morning.

   I don’t see why no one would come for Josh. Tell him not to worry about it though. I sent him a gift. Hopefully that’ll make him feel better. My dad got it for me when I was upset about moving. It helped me a lot.

   I sent you some pictures too. I thought maybe seeing them would remind you of when you were happier. Maybe you could remember how to be like that. I don’t know what changed.

   Just don’t cry, Cass. I saw your tearstains on your last letter. I didn’t like seeing that. Everything will be OK. I promise.

 Teddy

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Teddy,

 

   We grew up. That’s what changed. Everybody has to sometime and adults just don’t know how to be happy. You realize imagination is a waste of time, fantasies are only that and reality is a permanent nightmare. Without childhood dreams, what other happiness is there?

   I can’t  dream anymore. I have to live in reality and so do you. People cry and not everything will always be okay. That’s life. So don’t promise me it will because you don’t like to lie and that’s what you’re doing.

   Maybe someday I’ll find a well-paying job, have a house by a lake and three kids but right now, I’ve got gramma and Josh. I pretend it’s all okay but only for them. Josh doesn’t need to know how cruel this world is. He doesn’t need to know that dragons don’t exist and Superman is just an actor. I planned to keep the Santa Claus dream alive but sometimes, other people have other plans.

   I guess I’m like those people by telling you all this. I just don’t want it to hit you square in the face and knock you down like it did me.

 

Cass

 

P.S. Gramps passed away a week ago.