Thirty-Five
before
Shiloh,
I know that you’re worried about going away and leaving high school and home behind you.
You shouldn’t be.
You are as intelligent and capable as anyone you will meet in college. You are as intelligent and capable as anyone you will meet.
I know you to be brave and tenacious.
I know you to be perceptive and kind.
You’ll be a talented actress if that’s what you choose to do, but those same talents could take you anywhere, really. I think it’s up to you.
You worry too much about your height—no one else minds it. (If you would have joined ROTC, I would have taught you how to stand straight.) You keep telling me not to forget you.
When I think of high school, I will remember that every good day started with you walking down your steps and getting into my car. I will remember that every bad day ended with meeting you out by the flagpole.
Your friend, Cary
