Christmas Penpals

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Miranda sat up in bed thinking. It had been a week since she wrote her letter back to Ben. She wondered if he received it. Then she thought maybe he was offended with her gas man joke. She frowned because she hoped he wasn’t. She enjoyed the anticipation of waiting for his letters. Maybe she should write him again,  but would that be too much or is it desperate.

No it couldn’t be desperate she barely knew the man.
Ben sat in his living room watching nothing in particular. He was thinking about Miranda and how come she never wrote him back. He hoped she would continue to write him. Its has been a week and the week before he received a letter from her every two days.

Ben thought maybe he had overstepped by calling her beautiful. He was desperate to see her familiar red envelope with the delicate handwriting.

The next morning Ben was off work. He went to the gym to kill time hopefully by the time he returned the mail man would have came.

When Ben pulled into his apartment building he could have jumped for joy when he saw the mailman pulling up into his apartment complex. Ben got out of his car and walked inside patiently waiting by the mailboxes.

When the mailman walked in and began pulling out the mail to drop them into there respective boxes.

“6B Benjamin Warren.” Ben said holding his hand out smiling.

“Here you go.” The mailman said flipping through all the mail handing Ben all his mail.

Ben flipped through his mail and flashed his million dollar smile when he saw the red envelope.

Ben walked up stairs to his apartment and sat at the kitchen counter. After making himself a cup of coffee he began to read her letter.  He smiled seeing it on the Seattle grace letter head she was thinking about him at work. Ben smiled. He continued reading “Gas man.” Ben said out loud chuckling she was funny.

Dear  the beautiful Miranda,
I see you have jokes “gas man.” I have never heard that one before. It was quite funny by the way. If calling you beautiful or complimenting you makes you uncomfortable please let me know. My chose in career stemmed from child hood trauma. I was young and had so much adrenaline and I couldn’t keep still. Then I met my friends and we couldn’t keep still. One of my best friend got hurt in an accident because we were being reckless teenagers. He wouldn’t wake up and still hasn’t. After that I knew I wanted to be an anesthesiologist. What about you what made you become a surgeon?

Sincerely, Ben Warren.

Miranda came home after a long day holding her sleeping son in her arms. She knew she was gonna have to wake him up if she wanted him to go to bed on time tonight. Miranda stopped at her mail box and grabbed her mail tucking it in her arm as she walked to the elevator. When she got inside she laid Tuck on the couch and went through the mail. Nothing could contain her excitement when she saw his letter. Miranda woke Tuck up and cut the tv on sitting him in front of his toys. She sat on the couch and read her letter casually looking at her son. Grabbing a pen and a piece of paper she began to write.

Dear Benjamin,
I was beginning to wonder if you forgot about me. No I am not offended at all by your compliments I appreciate them really, but you know if you show me what you look like I can throw a few your way too. I’m sorry to hear about your friend growing up, but it has made you a better man as far as I can tell. I have always wanted to be a doctor, but closer to middle school I knew I wanted to be a surgeon. I was always in love with science and math and I was advanced in school, I took so many courses and I fell in love with anatomy. I begged my parents for anatomy Jane and when Christmas came around I got her and ever since then I was a surgeon. I cut up teddy bears and different things sewing them back together. I could do a simple running stitch and a running subcuticular stitch in 9th grade.  Give me one TV show, movie, book, and song that’s your favorite.