He was an Eagle Scout who had passed calculus and spoke some Mandarin. I was determined to meet him.

I found the envelope at 3am.

It was wedged into my mailbox at school, a packet the size of a large book. I didn't normally check my mail after a late night editing The Alligator, the University of Florida student newspaper, but for some reason I made the detour.

I pulled out the envelope and flipped it over. There was my name in my mother's perfect calligraphy. "Oh my God," I said out loud. "She actually sent it."

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