Leaves of Hope
“Four blue envelopes, onionskin paper, strangely colorful stamps, her address in squared black-ink words. He had written only four times, and she had never replied. Why had she even bothered to keep them? Hidden at the bottom of her cedar jewelry box, they had lain untouched and almost forgotten.
Almost.
Today, she would start at the beginning. A bright red cardinal in the dogwood tree near the porch whistled as she reached for the first of the letters. Thomas had written it not long after arriving in Sri Lanka to begin his full-time job. Jan, who had been vomiting every morning, yelling at her family every afternoon, sobbing her eyes out most of each night, had barely been able to focus when her older brother brought the letter into her bedroom.
“It’s from Thomas,” he had announced, thrusting out the pale blue envelope with its red and navy stripes around the edges. “Pull yourself together, Jan. Everybody’s getting really sick of you.”
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