A Letter by “A Little Princess”


“A Little Princess” was one of my favourite books growing up. Right alongside “The Secret Garden” and “Little Lord Fauntleroy”. Frances Hodgson Burnett’s honest, adorable style of writing just spoke to my heart. This letter is a tribute to her, and lost innocence.


For those who haven’t read the novel(yet!), all you need to know is:

The story is about Sara Crewe, a young girl, whose father is a soldier stationed in India. She is sent to London for a formal education and handles the sudden change with maturity beyond her years. Emily is her doll.


Dear Papa,

I have been talking to Emily about you. I told her all about our last conversation together. She had to stop herself from smiling, or her secret would have been out.

But I know she listens. Her eyes tell me she does. So now even she carries you in her heart, and makes sure I don’t miss you too much.

You might think Emily is my only companion. She is certainly more than a doll. But, I have made two close friends who can talk in my presence(Emily can’t afford to break the rules or she would no longer be a doll).

Ermengarde is a lovely girl whom I met on the first day, after French class. Don’t worry, Papa. I explained that I didn’t need to take French.

I am helping Ermie with her lessons. There are few things I enjoy more than telling her stories about the French Revolution and the Bastille, to help her remember. Her eyes light up and when she does well in class I feel so proud. There is also something satisfying in helping someone, a friend. She is very sweet and lends me books that her papa sends her.

I have also adopted a small girl called Lottie. She likes yelling, which makes Miss Minchin angry. She doesn’t listen to anyone who tries to calm her down except me. I think it’s because I know the kind of stories she likes.

Thank you for Mariette, Papa. I like her very much and I think she likes me. I have started to do some things by myself so she doesn’t have too much trouble.

I think of you often and fondly remember our home with all the wonderful memories. Then I imagine you being brave on the field and know that I can manage being away from you.

Your little missus


Friends Across Seas

The characters portrayed in the following work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Except maybe you, C.

Dear Kylara,
I’ve missed your legendary impatience these past few months. No one else can quite keep pace with me.

How’s life in Spain treating you? We have holidays right now. Nope, didn’t mean to rub that in. I wouldn’t mind if you raced back to yell at me in person. I’m not the only one who would like that. Starin misses his daily tummy scratcher. I can never seem to find his tickle spot. I was thinking about the time we snuck him and ourselves into the club pool after hours. The weather over here is certainly making me want to do that again.

Your mother told me about how you were finding it difficult to find vegan food in Granada, so I’m sending a few packages of ready-to-make Quinoa. Now you can live off something besides tapas. They’re easy to make. I promise. I don’t want you cursing me with a pan in hand- just as much for your sake as mine.

You know something strange? I can feel your presence hanging around every time I visit our favorite park. I told you we didn’t have to carve your initials into a tree for that to happen.
Can’t wait to hear about your adventures abroad.