Thursday~01|04|2021.
Dear Santiago,
I don’t know what’s interesting about sixteen. I've read a lot of books about sweet sixteen. Yet my sixteen isn’t sweet.
It's bitter. I had to go home today. Mama wasn’t home. Rabi was making dinner.
I bought a new set of pencils. It was purple, decorated with pictures of Cinderella, and Beauty and the Beast.
I had to relocate my desk so that it was facing my window. I liked to watch the sky as the sunset in the east.
I have tons of assignments. Santiago, I have made a promise. I would not let what's happening to implicate me.
Your hopeful (happy) friend,
Amal.