"Chibitalia! Someone sent you a letter!" Grandpa Rome called from the doorway.
Chibitalia hurried over to the door. Grandpa Rome glanced at the return address and sighed before handing his grandson the parchment letter. Admiring the pretty wax seal, Chibitalia took the letter from his grandfather and walked back to his room. He gently removed the seal and stuck it on the headboard of his bed, next to the others. Holy Rome's wax seals currently formed what appeared to be the head of a rabbit.
After pressing on the seal so it wouldn't fall off in the middle of the night, Chibitalia rushed back to Grandpa Rome. Some day, Chibitalia would be able to read his friend's letters all by himself, but until then, Grandpa Rome would have to help him sound the big words out. Said grandfather was already sitting in his favorite chair, hoping this letter wouldn't make his cute grandson cry.
Chibitalia opened the letter, his little hands trembling with excitement. It had been quite a while since Holy Rome had last written. Grandpa Rome scanned the letter before the pair began to read.
Dear Chibitalia,
I'm glad I got your letter. The envelope said it wasn't mailed out for a while, which is why I'm writing back so late. I'm doing well here. I live by the sea, and it's very pretty. My new school is okay. There are a lot of people here but they aren't very friendly. I hope kindergarten is going well for you. I miss you a lot.
Love,
Holy Rome
Below his name, Holy Rome had drawn a small rabbit. Somewhere along the line, rabbits had become the friend's little symbol. This time, Holy Rome had drawn a pink rabbit with big ears and a black nose. Chibitalia brushed his finger over the rabbit and sniffled a little. Holy Rome had drawn a rabbit just like the one Chibitalia had given him.
Hopping off Grandpa Rome's lap, Chibitalia rushed to his room to get his stationary set. Roma Antiqua chuckled as he watched his grandson look for a pencil to write back to his friend.
Dear Holy Rome,
I was very happy to get your letter. I'm glad you live by the sea. I wish the people at your school were more friendly. Don't worry, you'll make lots of friends. Kindergarten is lots of fun. We still make lots of paintings. I miss you too.
Love,
Chibitalia
Chibitalia was very proud of his letter. He drew a yellow rabbit under his name as his grandfather checked over his spelling, underlining the misspellings. After Chibitalia fixed his mistakes, Grandpa Rome took the letter from him to seal it shut. Grandpa Rome handed the letter back to Chibitalia, who hurried outside to put it in the mailbox. After he dropped the letter in, Chibitalia slowly walked back into the house. A sudden gust of wind blew the child's hair about his face and he struggled not to cry.
I miss Holy Rome. I'm glad he wrote me another letter, and I hope he always writes. What if he forgets about me when he makes friends at his new school? Will he still write to me? He's my best friend, he can't just stop writing letters! I'll write to him no matter what. Holy Rome is my best friend in the whole world and that is never, ever going to change!
AN: I'm sorry this chapter is late, I was on a holiday and I didn't have my laptop with me! Wasn't intending to make this so sad...
I was thinking about writing a collection of in-classroom preschool oneshots, how does that sound?