To My Goddaughter, Witness
I spoke with your mom on the phone. She didn’t sound happy. We spoke at length, but I must regretfully say that I couldn’t say much to her at that time. She was overwhelmed. You understand, don’t you?
We will come back to the details of circumstances of this phone call, most of which you know.
I’m so glad we both choose to write to each other even though there are faster means to communicate. One thing I did right as your godmother was to share with you the very delicate time worn practice of letter writing.
How I love reading your handwritten letters, with the cute curves and large prints. Even your smudges and occasional cancellations make me smile.
Back to other interesting matters. Did you resolve your fight with Mariah? Boarding school has a way of helping people fix their issues I think, because people would have to keep interacting with one another in the same environment. I’d say though that that didn’t help me much with “enemies”. I laugh when I think about that. How silly it is to have enemies.
At the risk of sounding old and uncool, I think you should make friends, and keep them, and forget about differences. Differences make things interesting, and they make us better in the long run. So, do tell me you and Mariah have resolved your differences.
As to the issue of the phone call, your mother is upset that you would switch from the sciences to the arts. She knows I’m the last person to try to convince you otherwise. Witness, I do not claim to have all the answers; my own success came with some difficulty. I had to wait a lot and endure a lot for the sake of my vision. Dare I ask you to do less? I could not. Cannot.
However, your decision has to be an educated one, and you don’t have to antagonize your parents as much as it is in your power. That being said, would you write to me in detail about this dream of yours? I would love to give you as much information as I have to help you choose right. We would need to tread carefully as these things are often so delicate. Why? I have no idea.
I would visit your mother when I get the chance so we can talk face to face. Pray for me. You know I will always be praying for you.
Lastly, at the end of the term I would make my much needed visit to you in your village school. I know you smiled at that last part. Why is your school so far away? Don’t answer. And yes, I will not forget to bring you your favourite ice cream. Vanilla-chocolate, with nuts and flavoured with caramel.
With all the love in my heart,