He finally got on top of his nerves and grabbed the letter, and he held the edges ceaselessly on both ends. He ripped it open and then, without realising that what was oin the letter,; heit had sufficient importance and it had planned to affect his life forever.
He read it:
Dear Harris, firstly I want to say that I'm sorry for what I put you and mum and dad through. It was selfish and I know I wasn't thinking. I know also that you and Mandy hate me and I can't blame her. On to why I am contacting you after my hiatus in prison, and the slow burning anger. aAt first, of which I was thlike a balloon that burst. I have been given mya release date onf Monday, the 4th of April, and I would like to see you on that day., Llet's say at our favourite café when we were kids.
On the loonely evenings in the cells while we twiddled our thumbs, I recalled those memories of the quaintest of the café and its staff, and one of them jolted a smile at me. It perforcatused a joyful explosion in my heart. It seeped like a mountain, and made my day.