The Letter

Lena ran to her room and paused just outside the door. She door was wide open, and she was able to see everything at first glance.

Her bed was nicely made, everything was in place, but there was one thing in particular in her room that drew her attention: a box that was sitting on the dresser.

She walked up and opened it, even though her eyes were still teary, and she slowly pulled out the papers that were inside.

She looked through all the papers but felt as if she was unable to read any of them. None of them made any sense to her now. But she kept looking through, trying to find even just one that she could read.

As she could not find one, her mood got worse and tears came again, but she held them back this time.

After she finished looking through the stack, she was about to put them back into the box, but she saw one more still sitting in the box, so she pulled it out.

The paper looked a few years old, the handwriting was messy and childish, few words were written, but Lena cheered up when she saw it.

This letter...

was special to her.