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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Reading (01/25/07)

TITLE: The Letter Revisited
By Lillian Jacobs
01/31/07


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Iíve read your letter everyday since it came. How did you work that out, to have it mailed after you were gone. That was a good trick. Didnít expect anything like that from you. You never were one for talking, or should I say communicating. I remember that one time that I asked you to go out to lunch and you had said, ďFor whatĒ. So fittingÖ so you.

I never asked again after that.

Do you remember that one summer in college that I worked graveyard at Dennys. One night an older woman came in with some friends. I was waiting on them and I leaned over to put her food down and I caught a whiff of her perfume. It took my breath away. It was you, your perfume, and I felt like a child again. The feeling was so overwhelming that I had to go to the back and go into the walk-in to catch my breath and my composure. I didnít want anyone to see the tears in my eyes. I felt like I was there again with you; you holding me and rocking me in your chair at night after Iíd had a nightmare. It was dark and safe, a cave of comfort in the quiet den, rocking with you. I was really there again with you. The fleeting moment was broken by the cold and I went back out to work.

I missed you all these years. Missed not having a mother. Donít even know what that would be like. You were soft and hard at the same time and so far away.

We were shattered werenít we? Shattered by something invisible and foreboding. Shattered just like the ceramic artwork thrown against the wall by Brooke when she was having one of her bad days. Didnít you think it was odd, the game I used to make you play, the one where I ran to the bed and would scream until you held my arms down and kissed me? I think I thought about how strange it was one day and so I stopped doing it but what was that all about? Was I trying to tell you something that I couldnít remember? Acting out a nightmare suppressed? I would have thought it odd if I were you. But you never asked.

You never did know me, did you? I donít think you cared to because it would have been too complicated. You couldnít even admit the truth when it was right in your face. Iíll never forget how you lied when that friend of ours asked me in front of you if I had ever drank while underage and you said no while I said yes. That was classic.

Why were you never there for me when I got older? Seems like you stepped out of the picture somewhere along the way. Did you know the neighbor kids abused me? No, you wouldnít have known that. Did you know I was obsessed with sexual things from an early age? Where would that have come from? No, you wouldnít have known that either would you. You were conveniently blind, conveniently ignorant, or was that just the times. We were the Cleaver family on the outside werenít we and you had to keep up the impression. As long as we looked good on the outside, then who cared about the rest? And I was real polished wasnít I. I knew how to play the part real well.

But itís okay.
Really.

So, I keep reading your letter over and over. Searching for you in it. I canít see you anymore even though it hasnít been that long.

But itís okay now, really.

Iíll be okay.

I do forgive you.

At least I try.


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Dave O'Neil02/01/07
Thank you. It must have been a difficult process writing, but I am sure that many of us who can relate in some way, benefit from you sharing your experience. Your writing is very expressive, and allows the reader to feel as though they are a part of it. Nice job.
Donna Emery02/04/07
So sad, so poignant. What a terrible thing to go through and at least the narrator is trying to forgive. You created a character that I'd like to know more about, and hope to read more about what I hope would be the process of her healing. Keep writing!
cindy yarger02/05/07
Powerfully sad. The truth for many. You captured it well. So without hope yet wanting it. Excellent writing!
Jacquelyn Horne05/09/07
This second letter is poignant. Such hopelessness portrayed. If this is true, I'm sure it was good to vent. It also may help someone who has like problems in his/her life. Brave writing!