There’s this one girl who gets a postcard every single day. Every now and then I read them. Here’s a transcription of the one she’ll receive today…
“(Cont. From Yesterday)…of my life. (My wedding day doesn’t count—I was too terrified that day to feel happiness.) Naming you ______ was a way of remembering and honoring her, of giving her another shot at a better life (at least in a symbolic way). Is it an accident of late that you have her face, her nose, her skin? You are a reincarnation of her, in a way. You are like her—smart and beautiful, but you are also getting to live out some of her dreams and fantasies: education, travel and living the big city life. I wish you could’ve known her. oooxxx”
