The first and last letter my father ever wrote me, when I was 16 — and my most prized possession.
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The first and last letter my father ever wrote me, when I was 16 — and my most prized possession.
This is a letter my mother wrote to me, when I was 16, which I publish here on Mother’s Day. I do this, with courage and vulnerability — and to honor her.