A Letter to a Faraway Friend

Inside his bright room, Ben sits at his desk next to the window, looking out at the rustling green trees. On his desk lies a postcard showing a beautiful yellow sailboat gliding over deep blue waves. Ben instantly thinks of his friend Mia, who lives in a quiet village by the sea. - I will send this postcard to Mia to show her the beautiful sailboat! Ben picks up a blue pen, carefully placing the tip on the paper to write his first words.

Ben finishes writing his message, describing the sailboat and the colorful kites in the wind. He folds the card and slides it inside a small white envelope, pressing the edge flat to seal it. Then, he carefully writes Mia's name on the front. - The letter is ready now, and we must protect it. Ben sticks a small stamp showing a little sparrow onto the corner before placing the envelope into his warm coat pocket.

Ben and his mother walk down the stone street to the red mailbox at the corner of the road. Ben stands high on his toes, holding the white envelope with both hands. He slowly pushes the letter through the narrow slot of the mailbox. The envelope drops to the bottom with a soft click. Soon, a mail carrier will collect it and place it on a big yellow bus to travel to the coast.

Two days later, outside a cozy cottage by the windy shore, Mia is watering her flower pots on the front porch. A mail carrier riding a bright green bicycle stops at the gate and waves to her. - I have a letter from far away for you, Mia! Mia sets her watering can down on the grass, quickly running to the gate to collect the white envelope. - Oh, thank you very much! Mia holds the envelope gently, her eyes bright as she looks at Ben's familiar handwriting.

Mia runs inside the cozy living room and sits cross-legged on the soft blue rug. She carefully uses her fingers to open the sealed edge of the envelope. She pulls out the postcard showing the yellow sailboat. - Wow, the yellow sailboat looks so beautiful! Mia reads Ben's words out loud, listening to his description of flying kites and his warm questions about her week.

Mia holds the postcard close, feeling happy and connected as if Ben were sitting right next to her. She looks out the window, watching the white waves crash against the sandy shore under the soft afternoon light. Mia reaches for a clean sheet of white paper and a red pen from the wooden shelf, getting ready to write her reply to her friend.