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Watlingford Public School, Oxfordshire, Classroom, The Next Day
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My dearest brother,
I’m sitting in my English lesson thinking of you. We’re supposed to be writing sentences with Sometimes, Often, Always. I’ve done mine.
Ever since I saw you last week I’ve been thinking about you, what you said, how you looked and how we parted. I know it wasn’t easy for you.
I’m really pleased you liked the coin; keep it safe.
There were a lot of things I wanted to tell you and when we were there, in that room, and with so little time, I forgot. Among them was wanting to tell you how I remember when you were born. How excited I was; everybody was. I was ten, the oldest, and you were the first boy in our family. Dearest Wasim, you were such a prize, a treasure.
You won’t remember – how
