Dear Mrs. Whitehall,
Thank you for the bracelet. It’s nicer than anything I’ve ever owned. I’m not writing that so you feel sorry for me. I just want you to know it’s extraspecial when a gift is something you’ve never had before and never expected to have. I hope I’m making sense.
I understand your mama passed a while ago. Mine didn’t, but she might as well have, so I have an idea of what it feels like. She took all her things with her when she left, so I wouldn’t have anything of hers to give someone if I wanted to. I would, though. It’d be like passing her spirit on.
I’ll be careful with it. Mrs. Vincenzo got all bent out of shape when I washed dishes yesterday with the bracelet fastened to my wrist. I tried to explain—it feels like part of my skin. Did so from the first time I put it on. I don’t know why.
Well, thank you much. Next time I write I’ll be signing off...
Mrs. Toby Vincenzo (Thought I’d try it out.)