BookWorm77071
"Be patient," my mother said.
I tried to, I really did, but I couldn't. I fidgeted and I didn't want to wait any minute longer than I already have. I have been waiting my entire life for this. For getting the letter.
I fidgeted while I ate, while I dressed, even rolled around more often in my sleep than I normally would.
And then, Monday- the twelfth- it came. My letter. The one I have been waiting for my entire life.
And I can't open it.