Dear Friend,
I know you will neither read nor answer this letter. I am very sure and writing it again…
I know the postman will not knock at your door. The letter will not be delivered to you. That’s why you will not answer the letter. No problem in the Lebanese post. I have heard from my parents the problems that were faced during the civil war in Lebanon. If it were a matter of post problem, I would happily try E-mail methods. I know, in no way I can send this letter to you. But I am writing again. This is not my first letter to you. Perhaps you do remember the first letter that you had written to me when I was a sixth grade student. God knows I tore how many of them. This time the receiver’s address is not the same as the previous ones. This letter is to you via PAPA NOEL. I hope he will deliver it to you.
 Zepure Bakkalian |
 Dear Steve rest in peace.
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As you know, it has become a good custom in our school to have New Year’s
party. How happy you and I were during the last party. This year’s party
will not be the same. I will be attending the party without you. You will
not be joining us.
There is a faint hope, deep in my heart, that this time you will read this
letter .If not the letter, you will read the sincere feelings deep in my
heart.
This year I will not ask for any presents from Santa. I’ll beg him to
deliver this letter to you and, if possible, to bring you to me.
Dear Steve, it has been six months that you left us with your sudden death.
Your seat is empty in our
class. We reserved it for you. Hope you are watching us from heaven with
that same kind and gentle smile.
If you remember, we used to write on pieces of papers our names and put it
in a bag and then each student would pick a paper from that bag. Each
student would bring a present to the student whose name would be on the
paper. This year I cheated. Instead of writing my name, I had written yours.
To my surprise, I pulled your name. How happy I was. I didn’t tell it to
anyone. I was a day before the Xmas party, I asked one of my classmates
about the name that she had picked up. To my surprise, she had also picked
up your name. As if she was going to confess something, she approached her
lips to my ears and said “what luck, I had written Steve’s name and I pulled
Steve’s name”.
Would you believe, dear Steve, that each of your classmates had written your
name?
So instead of buying
presents, we collected a sum of money and donated it to an orphanage on your
behalf.
Steve, you are alive in our hearts. We loved you in the past and we still
love you now and you will always remain with us.
Merry Christmas to you our dear friend and our angel friend.
Zepure Bakkalian