Em,

Seems like you’ve been gone forever! How has your summer been?

When my mom found my report card (my backpack is NOT a great hiding place) she registered me in summer school. So that’s what I’ve been doing for the last few weeks. Super boring. How’s the lake? It’s kinda fun to write snail mail back and forth.

Sam

Sam!

Your letter arrived! Obviously, because I’m writing back! Look at us, existing without the internet!

I was hoping for more of an update from city life besides school Em. How is Nate? Still your crush? And your sister - how are her treatments?

Life here is pretty tame. I sleep in, help get food ready for the day, then we go to the beach. There are other “summer kids” here too, so we hang. Stare at guys. None of us have enough courage to talk to them though. Neither do they, I guess. We just circle each other like vultures, pretending no one notices. Maybe one day…

Em

Emily Margaret Neufeld.

I did not stay in the city to go to summer school and be the “good” big sister while Sara goes through cancer treatment to hear that you are just staring at hot guys on the beach. You get out there and do something crazy for the both of us. I need some excitement in my life. You are my only hope.

Nate is away for the summer, just like you. Sara is OK. She’s better than my parents believe it or not. They are trying to control everything I do…I’m probably the easiest thing to control in our lives right now, so I’m rolling with it. I wish I was there with you though. Go get ‘em haha.

Sam

Sam,

Aw hun, I’m so sorry your summer is the summer of cancer and control. You are a good big sis. I’m sure they all appreciate you being there. I took your advice and talked to one of the cute guys on the beach. We are going to the ice cream shop this afternoon! What should I wear?! Wish you were here,

Em

Em, I can’t wait to hear about your ice cream date. I’m happy for you, and in no way does the rest of this letter mean that I don’t want to hear more about it…but I have to tell you that sara’s been admitted to the hospital. Something about an infection. I’m not sure - my parents seem overwhelmed so I haven’t asked much. I can’t stop crying. I’m scared. I wish you were here. I feel myself withdrawing, as I do when I’m stressed. It’s all just too much. —-> tear stain

Sam

Sam,

Oh no! This snail mail thing is now causing me anxiety. I don’t want to wait for updates from you. I’m sure there’s so much you need to say and I feel so far away. Write more when you can.

Em

Sam,

Haven’t heard from you in a while. I hope Sara is Ok and so is your family. Write when you get a chance

Em

Sam?

Are you ok? Now I’m really worried. I asked my mom if I can drive home for the weekend. I’m worried. I want to support you. My mom will drive me. See you soon.

Love Em.

Em,

Thank you. See you soon. I love you.

Sam