Dear Esperanza,

Hi, it’s Sally. It’s been 20 years since I’ve last talked to you, and I was wondering how you were doing. I hope you were able to escape Mango street, and reach your dream of living in a nice house that is all your own. My life is pretty crappy. My husband is at work right now, and that is the only way I am able to write this letter to you. My husband actually works pretty much all the time. I’m glad he works so often because I hate it when he is at home. He is always mean to me and forcing me to do everything he wants. I am very lonely when he is at work though because I’m not allowed to leave. He actually locks the doors from the outside, so I can’t get out. I haven’t left the apartment in over 10 years. I don’t get to eat much either. All this time alone made me think about how crappy of a friend I was to you when we were growing up as children. You looked up to me as a role model, and treated me as a friend, but most of the time I ignored you and abused your time. you always showed kindness for me, but I never returned it. I would ditch you to go hang out with boys. I’ve realized this through my husband, who keeps me in this apartment. I am honestly sorry, and I hope you will be able to forgive me.

Your dear friend,
Sally

P.S. Do not write back please. My husband will see it and I will get in a lot of trouble, and I will never get to read your response.