Is Faith Real?
"my childhood neighbour is called faith,"
i answered as i remembered my particularly tall neighbour, Faith.
she works now and lives with her older brother.
in our younger days, we interacted as often as we could.
she wrote me twelfth and thirteenth birthday cards.
i took to her home vegetables and fruits from my mom's garden.
we lost each other in high school.
she heard of me strange stories of private school-type trouble.
i knew nothing of her - i was older; it was a privilege.
we saw each other after high school and we were different people.
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