Nicole Jolly
Dear Nicole,
You still haven't sent me a care package. Every night before I go to bed, I pray to Jesus and his virgin mother Mary that the following day I'd be blessed with a box from my friends from home, but to no avail. Every morning when I check my mail, I burst into tears, run into the Ladies' Restroom, and sit in the corner for about an hour. Every day I become more and more hopeless; when will you remember me?
Thoughtfully,
Amanda
You still haven't sent me a care package. Every night before I go to bed, I pray to Jesus and his virgin mother Mary that the following day I'd be blessed with a box from my friends from home, but to no avail. Every morning when I check my mail, I burst into tears, run into the Ladies' Restroom, and sit in the corner for about an hour. Every day I become more and more hopeless; when will you remember me?
Thoughtfully,
Amanda