I was pleased to find out that Mr. Chrysanthemum had been right. Soon, my father wrote me a letter. According to the address on the envelope, as well as what he said in the letter, he was attending another teacher convention. He asked me what I had been doing, how I was feeling, and if I had made any new friends at my camp. I answered these questions as thoroughly as I dared to when I wrote back to him. I hadn’t made any new friends at the classes (which was probably more to his dismay than to mine) but I was enjoying embracing my creativity. Dad also sent me a prayer card with Mother Teresa’s prayer on it. Even the little things like that were enough to know that he cared. A little while after, I got a letter from January asking how I was. It said:
Dear Essie,
How are you in London? Are you enjoying your summer vacation? I hope all is well and that you are enjoying your art and writing classes.