Through The Letterbox by Devices Writers’ Group - HTML preview

The Last Letter

by Daphne Norton

So how shal I address you in this final letter,

place in the sitting room. ‘So it’s the first thing I see Dear Mum being entirely inappropriate as it has

when I enter the room,’ she says.

always been? As usual I can’t come up with a

suitable alternative, so I suppose I’l just lurch into Does it hurt when I talk about Mum or don’t

it, the way I always do.

you care?

Today is my eighteenth birthday, but of course

And here comes the big news. Yesterday

you know that, or had you forgotten? A card would

Mum told me that you left me in a supermarket

have been something. After all, eighteen is a pretty trolley when I was a few days old. I suppose she special birthday, and just for a moment I let myself

thought I could handle it better now that I’m eight-

believe that maybe, just maybe, this year might be

een. She looked so worried and anxious that I gave

different. Sil y old me.

her a big hug and told her I loved her all the way to

the moon and back, which is what I used to say

when I was little. She said we needed to talk when I

was ready.

I suppose it hasn’t real y sunk in yet, but all I

can think of is Tesco, Waitrose, Sainsbury’s or

Asda? And how ridiculous is that?

I’m tired of this letter-writing now. I’ve a

drawer full of letters to you that went nowhere, and

even if I’d known your address, I might not have

sent them.

So this is the last letter I shal write and the

only one I shal post, because this time IS different.

This time I know where you are.

I’m going to Uni in September to do English.

I’m real y looking forward to it, a bit nervous, of

course, and I shal miss everyone so much, but

Mum says there’l be such a lot going on that I

won’t have time to be homesick. I’m not so sure.