To Maya, to open on her 16th birthday
Dear Maya,
You are eleven as I write this, and you have just beaten me at gin rummy four times in a row. I let you win once. I want that on record.
By the time you read this you will be sixteen and the world will be loud. I hope you still feed the neighbor's cat through the fence when you think no one is watching. I was watching. I am proud of that girl.
Be kind to your mother this year. She was sixteen once too, and I was not easy about it.