"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

You were my mentor for years. I looked up to you for so long. Before the sickness overrode your abilities, you had the most marvelous voice, a love for English, a dry sense of humor, a passion for people, and a fiery attitude even death couldn’t extinguish. In church, Carla gave me the solo you sang before you fell ill. She told me you would have loved it. I almost cried singing it because I hoped it would make you proud. I keep your nametag in my choir folder for support when I’m nervous. I never got the chance to tell you my goal was to become an English major to teach or write books. My English teachers say they’ve never seen a student with so much potential and determination. I wish I had more time with you to tell you and get advice from you. I know you’re not suffering anymore, but it still hurts knowing that I will never be able to see you in the seats anymore. If only I had a few more hours with you before you went. I suppose I’ll see you eventually. Tell your mother I say hi and send my love.