Dear Nick,
Three days ago, you watched a movie for 30 minutes. Yesterday you and your dad took a walk up a hill to the end of your street. Today you took a shower and shaved. And you talked to me.
I wasn’t expecting to get to talk to you, so when your dad said that you were getting out of the shower and that he’d hand over the phone, my heart raced! I couldn’t understand what you were saying, so I told you not to worry, I understood what you meant. I told you over and over again how much I love you, that I’m so proud of you, and that you are so damn tough.
It was hard to tell, but I think you said that you love me, too.
Love,
Holly
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