By
C.J. Hirschfield
The
other day I ventured down to the basement to look for something, and discovered
a box I hadn’t opened in many years. On the top was a letter that my mother had
written to me 44 years ago, when I was in my first year of college. She passed
away 11 years after writing it.
There
was the distinctive handwriting and smiley-face drawing (long before the image
become ubiquitous). She’d addressed it simply to “number-one daughter,” along
with the correct P.O. box, should give you an idea of what my mom was like.
I
re-read the letter, and the article she had enclosed. It reinforced my theory that
my mother was psychic.
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| An article sent in a letter 44 years ago seems to have predicted the future. |
