Dear Jocelyn Navarro,
How’ve you been? It’s been 10 years since we’ve graduated from high school. I looked for you on Facebook but I have to admit that it took a few not-so-subtle inquiries from high school friends to juggle your name out of the cobwebbed corner of my memories; the littlest corner containing memories of leather mary jane shoes and white socks, mismatching the color of my skirt to the ribbon of our uniform on Wednesdays, and developing a mild case of neuroticism.
I feel like the biggest jerk, I really do. But you see, you have not crossed my mind until a week ago. A week ago, I found a serger sewing machine on eBay and memories of you commanding the huge serger machine during sewing class in high school came back.