| Dear Robert, |
by Michael Domino
Copyright © 2007, 2008 by Michael Domino
| Dear Robert, Even though you’re returning home, I wanted to write this letter and send it to you. It will be impossible to see you when you arrive, so I have made arrangements to have my letter hand- delivered. There are so many things that I wanted to tell you and thank you for, but these few will have to do, I am sorry to say. To begin with, I want to say how proud I am of you and all the things you have accomplished. While you were living at our house and going to college, we had so many memorable times together. I especially recall the time you took me skating. It was my first time on skates, and I was falling all over the place. It's amazing that I won a free admission ticket for winning that hokey-pokey contest. The judge thought I was putting my right foot in and "shaking it all about," when actually I was desperately trying to not fall down and make a fool out of myself. I must have looked silly wearing those white skates. Remember how we got to the session late and they were the only pair left in my size? You had your own skates that were black and shiny and perfect. The ten-speed bike you let me use while you were away was also special to me. Even though it was way too high for me, I always felt proud riding it around the neighborhood. I was afraid to tell you in my letters that I’d crashed it and put a big scratch on the top bar. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice, but it doesn't matter anymore. There is something else I did that I want to confess. Sometimes, while you were away, I went into your room downstairs. One night in particular, I got curious and went through the duffel bag you left behind after your last visit home. I should not have done that and feel ashamed now. But, even though I invaded your privacy, I did not reveal the secret that you guarded so closely. I understand now, more than ever, the importance of your plan to let us think that you were assigned to a safer area. I need to tell you that the things we did together and the places we went were very important to me. It always seemed that everybody else in my life was either too busy or too angry to take me places the way you did. The memories of these good times will remain with me forever. A package arrived from your mother the other day. It was a mosaic plaque she said you wanted me to have one day. I think it’s an incredible piece of art. |
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