Dear Sally,
I wish that your life had been different. Perhaps you would’ve realized your full potential and seen yourself outside of the worth of your body. Your father’s treatment towards you is the product of some sort of insecurity complex and I wish that there was a way for you to see that it isn’t your fault. You have to learn to love yourself and everything else will fall into place. I have a large amount of empathy for you that intensified as I read House on Mango Street. A lot of people would see you as a simple “slut” but there’s always a reason behind the way people act. Your promiscuity is the result of a deeper self-esteem issue and I can relate to that. Your friendship with Esperanza is something I relate to, and I wish I could’ve been your friend so that I could help you through your troubles with your father and help you find a way to channel your emotions into something other than meaningless, unhealthy promiscuity. You were dealt a bad card in life. If things had been different, you would be better, but perhaps then you wouldn’t even be the same Sally. It saddens me to think that you don’t know your own worth as a person; I guess I relate to that, in a way. I wish you could’ve grown up like I did and found a way to love yourself and be content. I suppose it’s futile now. And also because you’re fictional.
Sincerely,
Kathryn