Dear Karen,

When my parents told me that you had skin cancer, I chose not to believe them. That day when I saw you at the library, I was heartbroken. The same day I saw you, I learned a lesson. It was that you can’t hide from your fears; they’ll find you. Karen, I couldn’t believe you looked that bad. You barely had any hair. I haven’t seen you since, but you taught me a lesson and I’m sorry I tried to hide from you.

Warmly,

Indigo, age 9