Every day, I put the letter in my coat, but I didn’t give it to her.

Now the letter is still here, closed and unread — just like my heart.

Maybe I would have worn a suit, worked in a tall building, and eaten food I didn’t know.

But I stayed with my family and worked in the wheat fields.

I sometimes wonder, but I don’t regret my choice

When I got the letter that said he was gone, everything stopped.

He wanted to be a teacher. He wanted to live.

Now, I only hear his name in the wind.

They flew across oceans I had only seen in books.

But I stayed in my village.

I watched other people leave, but I stayed and only dreamed.