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Dearest A, 

Today was supposed to be your birthday. Remember how we used to knock each other’s doors when we were kids because our birthdays were only two days apart? I gave you the first birthday present when I was in the 3rd grade. It was a pen that I bought in a bookstore next to my english tuition center. Two days later, you gave my birthday present. It was a blue diary. I think it was the first time I started writing down stuff.

I can’t remember what was the first thing I wrote in that diary. But I remember you. I remember your kindness. I remember the last time I saw you. 6.30 in the morning. You were going to work and you called and waved at me. The morning sun hit your face and lit your smile. I waved back and smiled even wider. 

I haven’t visited your parents since the day of your funeral. But I saw their pictures on your brother’s facebook. They are fine now and I’m sure that they still think of you every day. 

You are the only reason why I believe that only the good die young. 

Love, 

Stella

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