She left me with four of her beautiful shoes … you see, she has a small Imelda in her. We go out and she goes home with a pair, and I can’t count the many times we went out. I am fully aware that by the time this is published she won’t be able to read it; she’ll have too much in her hand – especially goodbyes to her family. I left her with a letter saying everything I wanted to say before she left. I’ve thanked her effusively and I hope I did not come off as unusual (was she high when writing this?). 

I hope, her leaving would mean that she can bring her dreams to her. Canada is so far but we promised to meet again. In the meantime, we’ll be bridging the gap via letters.

Bye Rissa.


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