The Ducky Letters

Duk Sook Kuhrey-Hauser ran away from home more than a decade ago. She was my best friend, and I never knew what happened to her. I've only received vague updates here and there from her estranged adoptive parents. I've been writing letters to her for years now, letters she will never see because I have no idea where she is.

Friday, July 23, 2004

The Thirteenth Letter

 
Monday, January 14, 2002                                                                            10:50 AM
Dear Ducky,
Oh Ducky, I haven’t written in so long!  And I have to admit that my mind has wandered from you as well.  I was back down in Sonoma for Christmas, after having gone to San Diego for my cousin Monica’s wedding.  It was a whirlwind holiday:  several trips between my family and Matt’s.  I barely slept, which wasn’t good at all, because I had just recovered from a bad case of pneumonia.  I still have to make up work for two of my classes from last quarter.
            One interesting thing:  Matt and I actually went to Christmas Eve Mass at St. Leo’s with both of our families.  And we sat over in the “Peanut Gallery,” and I saw Toni and Tom two rows in front of us.  Toni saw me and did a cheesy, weird wave.

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