At the beach! She told the seashell her story, whispering every secret her memories held. Then she laid that shell at the ocean's edge and watched the tide pick it up and bring it out to sea. Hopefully, the mermaids will get her message.
This used to be me with my best friend. But I lost her because sometimes that's why life gives you. If you ever read this, Mary, I just want you to know that I miss having a best friend and I miss you.
