Oh, it has fallen right in that pile of wet leaves. It’s fragments of some old paper. Maybe tissue paper. Whose is it?
Wait, it is a letter from Christmas past. No, that is not possible. Pasts don’t write letters. But letters write pasts.
Some of the words are obliterated. . . . It looks like. . . .
My mommy is so sad. Can you bring her a
cuddly,soft toy? So she does not have to sleep all by herself in that big bed. Maybe a fish would be good.
Daddy liked to fish but now Daddy is gone. I don’t know where Daddy has gone but Mommy says he is never coming back. She says he is in a better place like over the rainbow.
Thank you Santa. I have been an extra good girl ever since Daddy flew over the rainbow. Is that where you live Santa?
I hope you found the brownies I left.
From Millie with the long brown pigtails.
I wonder what time zone this was from? Who is or was Millie. I guess I will have to imagine her life.