Mimi,
I guess you're probably wondering why I waited so long to send this to you. It's because I wanted you to remember me. So if you've forgotten who I am by now, I'm Angel. I'm Dominican, and a boy by birth. I dress in drag, and play drums on the street. We used to go shopping together, gossip, and we were best friends. You're still mine. But who am I kidding? There's no way you could have forgotten me, it's only been 2 years. I hope, no, I know, that you and Roger are still together. I know he can be a pain sometimes, but I also know that you guys love each other. I hope by now you've gotten serious with your dancing career, but if not, I think you should. You should go follow your dreams, Mimi. I wanted to say thank you, well, for a lot of things, but mostly for treating me like I was just another one of your girlfriends. In drag or not. For not being afraid of talking to me about how annoying boobs, or your period are. For really just being my best friend. I'll always love you.
Adios Amiga,
Angel
PS. Happy 21sthoney. Now you can drink legally. Get a pina colada for me.
"Mimi, what's wrong?" Roger walked into her room to find Mimi crying, her tears dropping on the pink paper in her hands.
She held up the letter and gave it to him to read, "She sent it."
Roger smiled and sat on the bed with her, wrapping his arms around her.