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Letter From Uganda
A huge Rhinosarus stamp on a blue and red edged envelope brought you, a twelve-year-old Kampalan princess, into my home.
You greet me with God on your lips, inform me that your father cancer-rotted, your mother exploded, exporting you to grow strong under the soft dove wing of a priest. He too, the man of sacred crosses, left you, fused in a motor accident, a permanent dashboard icon. Now you alone look to me, an American girl, to save you, to add to your compound cleaner stash.
I notice your hand-printed letter has the same puffy circles, the dots of an “i” that I once filled my letters with, brim and bright. For a moment I want to give you everything, yet my family and friends bellow loudly into my ear, “How did she get your address?”
I refold your precious missive, snuggle it back into the envelope, and tenderly place it in my Hamlet box labeled, “Things I Maybe Should Have Done In This Life."