My Dearest Anu, Ireti – my beloved!
I am writing this to you because I see you. I see the quiet determination in your eyes when you sit with your books. I see the progress you are making—slowly, steadily—and I want you to know how proud I am of the young woman you are becoming.
This morning, it was angles in a polygon. Yesterday, it was finding the nth term. Tomorrow? Who
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