The Unread Letter

<p>Is it random how things you&rsquo;ve buried come to the surface just when you have nearly forgotten they existed?</p> <p>I rummaged through a time capsule of a plastic file, looking for documents to take to the attorney. Because all three kids were inching towards their thirties, and one beyond, even, it was time to update my will.</p> <p>The letter slid out of an innocuous 9&quot; X 13&quot; white envelope; two pages, a page and a half of single-line printed text, pressed in a crisp, deliberate half-fold that successfully blanked its existence from my mind.</p> <p>It was the last thing I wanted when he handed it to me. My heart had shriveled, like the Grinch, into a tiny green lima bean. I didn&rsquo;t care what it said. &ldquo;Too little, too late,&rdquo; my ego hissed inside my skull. &ldquo;We are done.&rdquo;</p> <p>With that, my eyes blurred over. I could not read a word of it.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/age-of-empathy/the-unread-letter-5ab97183cbb8">Click Here</a></p>
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