A hand- written note without a stamp, or return address.
Dear Louis,
I have noticed you from my kitchen window, always alone and looking so forlorn. You never have any visitors and reading seems to be the only pleasurable activity you have. No sports, no parties and never a girlfriend who stays over. Perhaps it is because you are from another culture, and you can’t seem to find your place.
It is difficult to see a young man, studying like his life depended on it, and never leaving the Frat House. That is the reason I am sending you this note. Living across the street from college students has been very helpful throughout the years, and I am looking to hire a handy boy, and you might fit the bill.
When I called to ask your name, yesterday I was struck at how hard it must be, despite near perfect English, to fit into a new culture. Do come visit, we’ll have a nice cup of tea. You can tell me what your country is like, and I will tell you about mine. I have cookies baking as you read this, so put on your best smile, and come help your neighbor Lady, put up a shelf.
Best Wishes,
Miss Vivian
August 29th, 2008 at 12:16 am
Dear Miss Vivian,
Thank you so much for noticing. Yes, I have felt so alone. I am so far from home and do not know the customs for meeting friends here.
Sometimes I miss my home and my girlfriend. She was so sweet and so loving. It has been many months since I have felt the warmth of a woman. There is emptiness in my soul. If you only knew the thoughts that went through my mind. I’m too embarassed to talk about them, but I felt so warm when I got your note.
Thank you for caring. I apologize for not opening up more, as the boundaries for acceptable conversation are very strict in my country. I would be grateful for your guidance.
Fondly,
Dave from Uxbarkfixtan