The Letter from the Sea

It was the first day of the summer holiday.

Lily was twelve years old.

Her sister Hannah was ten.

They were going to Grandma Rose's house in a small village by the sea.

The village was called Seaview.

The bus stopped at the top of the hill.

The two sisters got out with their bags.

"Look! I can see the sea!" Hannah said.

Lily was smiling too.

She loved Seaview.

Every summer, they came to stay with Grandma.

The little white house had blue windows and a red roof.

Pink flowers were growing in the garden.

Grandma Rose was waiting at the door.

She was a small, kind woman with grey hair.

"My girls! Come here!" she said.

She gave them a big hug.

"Grandma, can we go to the beach? Please?" Hannah asked.

"Of course. But put your bags inside first. And take your shoes off when you come back. Last summer you brought sand into the kitchen, do you remember?"

The girls laughed.

They put their bags in the bedroom.

The room had two small beds, white walls, and a window with a sea view.

It was their favourite room in the world.

Five minutes later, they were running down to the beach.

The sea was very blue that day.

White clouds were moving slowly across the sky.

Seagulls were flying over the water.

The wind was warm and soft on their faces.

"I love it here," Lily said.

"Me too," said Hannah.

They walked on the wet sand.

The waves were small.

Little shells were everywhere.

Hannah was picking up the pretty ones and putting them in her pocket.

"Look at this one!" she said.

"It's pink inside."

"Beautiful," Lily said.

They walked for a long time.

The sun was bright.

Soon they came to a part of the beach with rocks.

Not many people came here.

The rocks were dark and tall.

Then Lily saw something.

It was lying in the wet sand near a big rock.

It was a glass bottle.

The bottle was old.

It had a cork in the top.

She picked it up.

"Hannah! Look!" she said.

Hannah came running.

"Wow! A bottle!"

The bottle was green.

There was something inside it.

Something white.

"It's paper!" Hannah said.

"A letter!"

Lily turned the bottle in her hands.

"Yes. There is a letter inside."

"Open it!" Hannah said.

Her eyes were big and excited.

"Not here. The sand is everywhere. Let's go back to Grandma's house."

They started to walk back.

Lily was holding the bottle very carefully.

She did not want to drop it.

Her heart was beating fast.

A letter from the sea.

Who put it there?

When?

They had to know.

They walked quickly.

The sand was hot under their feet.

When they arrived at Grandma's house, Grandma Rose was not there.

There was a note on the kitchen table.

"Gone to buy bread. Back soon. – Grandma."

"Good," Lily said.

"We can open the bottle now."

They sat at the kitchen table.

Lily put the bottle in the middle.

The two sisters were looking at it.

"Be careful," Hannah said.

Lily tried to pull out the cork.

It was very tight.

She pulled and pulled.

Finally, the cork came out with a small pop.

She turned the bottle.

A small piece of paper fell onto the table.

It was yellow with age.

It was rolled up like a small tube.

"Open it slowly," Hannah said in a soft voice.

Lily was opening the paper very, very carefully.

She did not want to tear it.

The paper made a small sound, like dry leaves.

The letter was small.

The writing was in pencil.

Some words were difficult to read because of the sea water.

But they could read most of it.

The letter said:

"Hello. My name is Sarah. I am ten years old. I live in Seaview. I have brown hair and brown eyes. I have a small dog. His name is Pip.

I am writing this letter because I am sad.

The other children at my school do not like me.

They never play with me.

They say I am too quiet.

They say I am strange.

I do not have a best friend.

I want a best friend more than anything in the world.

If you find this letter, please come to my house.

We live at the blue door on Pine Street.

The house has a big tree in the garden.

You can see it from the road.

I will wait every day after school.

Please come.

– Sarah, 25 June 1995"

The two sisters were quiet for a long time.

Hannah had tears in her eyes.

"That is so sad," she said.

"Poor Sarah."

Lily looked at the letter again.

"1995... that was a long time ago. About thirty years."

"Where is Sarah now?" Hannah asked.

"I don't know," Lily said.

"She is grown up now. She is forty years old or more. Maybe she moved away. Maybe she left Seaview."

Hannah was thinking.

"But Lily... what if she is still here? What if she still lives at the blue door on Pine Street?"

Lily looked at her sister.

The same idea was in her head.

"We can look. There is a Pine Street in the village. Grandma told us about it once. It is near the church."

"Then let's go!" Hannah said.

She was standing up.

"Wait. We must tell Grandma first."

At that moment, they heard the door.

Grandma Rose was coming in with the bread.

"Hello girls! Are you hungry? I made a cake this morning. We can—"

Grandma Rose stopped.

She was looking at the table.

She saw the bottle.

She saw the old letter.

"What is that?" she asked.

"Grandma, we found a bottle on the beach," Lily said.

"There was a letter inside. From a girl called Sarah. Read it, please."

Grandma sat down at the table.

She put on her glasses.

She started to read.

The girls were watching her face.

Grandma's eyes were moving over the words slowly.

Her face became sad and soft.

When she finished, she put the letter down on the table.

She was quiet.

"Grandma? Do you know Sarah?" Hannah asked.

Grandma looked at the date on the letter.

"1995... I was already living in Seaview at that time. But I do not remember a child called Sarah. There are many people in this village. I cannot know them all."

She picked up the bottle and turned it slowly in her hands.

"This is a very, very old bottle. The sea has carried it for many years. Maybe Sarah is still here. Maybe she moved away. Maybe..."

She did not finish.

"Maybe what?" Lily asked.

"Maybe she is not here anymore," Grandma said.

"I do not want to make you sad."

But the girls were not afraid.

"Grandma, can we go to Pine Street?" Hannah asked.

"We want to find her. Please."

Grandma was thinking.

Then she smiled.

"Yes. You can go. Pine Street is not far. But take this." She gave them a small map of the village.

"And come back before dinner."

"Thank you, Grandma!"

They were jumping with excitement.

They put on their shoes and ran out the door.

Grandma was watching them from the window.

She was still holding the letter in her hand.

Her face was thoughtful.

The two sisters ran down the road.

The village was small.

They could see the church tower in the distance.

The road went down between small white houses with red roofs.

A black cat was sleeping on a wall.

A woman was watering her flowers.

An old man was reading a newspaper on a bench.

He smiled at them.

"Hello, girls!" he said.

"Are you on holiday?"

"Yes! We are staying with our Grandma Rose," Lily said.

"Ah, Rose! A good woman. Have a nice walk."

They thanked him and continued.

Soon they came to the church.

The church was old.

It had a tall tower.

Pine trees were growing around it.

The wind was making the leaves dance.

"There!" Hannah said.

She was pointing at a street sign.

"Pine Street!"

They turned into the street.

It was a narrow street.

There were small houses on both sides.

Some doors were red.

Some were green.

Some were yellow.

Some were brown.

The girls were walking slowly.

They were looking at every door.

Their hearts were beating fast.

A blue door.

They were looking for a blue door.

Pine Street was long.

There were many houses.

The girls walked from one end to the other end.

They did not see a blue door.

"Are you sure?" Hannah asked.

"Maybe we are on the wrong street."

Lily looked at the map again.

"No. This is Pine Street. The map is clear."

They walked back slowly.

Maybe they had missed it.

They looked at every door again.

Red, green, yellow, brown.

Red, green, yellow, brown.

But no blue.

"What if the door is not blue anymore?" Hannah said suddenly.

"What if she painted it a different colour?"

Lily stopped.

Hannah was right.

A door can be painted.

After thirty years, the colour can change.

"You're clever, Hannah," Lily said.

But what should they do now?

They could not knock on every door.

They needed help.

"The letter said the house has a big tree in the garden. We can see it from the road. So we look for a big tree."

They started again.

They walked very slowly.

They looked at every garden.

Most of the houses had small trees or no tree at all.

Then at the end of the street, they saw it.

A small grey house.

The door was now brown, not blue.

But in the garden, there was a very big oak tree.

It was the biggest tree on the whole street.

Its branches were going over the fence.

"That's the tree," Lily said softly.

"That has to be it."

They walked up to the gate.

The little garden was beautiful.

There were many flowers — yellow, pink, white.

A small black cat was sleeping under the tree.

"Should we knock?" Hannah asked.

"Yes."

They opened the gate.

They walked up to the door.

Lily's hand was shaking a little.

She lifted her hand and knocked three times.

They waited.

Nothing happened.

She knocked again.

Still nothing.

"Maybe she is not home," Hannah said.

Just then, the cat under the tree opened its eyes.

It looked at the girls.

Then it stood up and walked to them.

It rubbed its head against Hannah's leg.

Hannah was smiling.

She loved cats.

She bent down and stroked its head.

"Hello, kitty. What's your name?"

There was a small bell on the cat's collar.

And next to the bell, a name tag.

Hannah read it.

"Lily! Look at this!" she said.

"The cat's name is Pip!"

Lily's eyes went wide.

"Pip! Sarah's dog was called Pip!"

"Maybe... she named her cat after her dog!"

They were so excited.

They knocked again, harder this time.

Then they heard footsteps.

Slow footsteps coming to the door.

The door opened.

A woman was standing there.

She was tall, with grey-brown hair and brown eyes.

She was about forty-five years old, maybe a little older.

She had a kind face.

There was flour on her hands.

"Hello," she said.

"Can I help you?"

The two sisters were quiet.

They were nervous.

They did not know what to say.

Finally, Lily spoke.

"Excuse me... is your name Sarah?"

The woman looked surprised.

"Yes. Yes, it is. How do you know my name?"

Lily took out the letter from her pocket.

She held it out.

"We found this on the beach today. Inside an old bottle."

Sarah took the letter.

Her hands started to shake.

She was reading.

Her eyes were full of tears.

"Oh," she said softly.

"Oh, my goodness."

Sarah did not say anything for a long time.

She was looking at the letter.

The tears were running down her face.

But she was smiling too.

"Please come in," she said finally.

"Please. I will make you some tea."

The girls walked into the house.

The hall was small but warm.

There were photos on the walls.

There was a smell of fresh bread.

"I just made some cookies," Sarah said.

"Come into the kitchen."

The kitchen was big and bright.

There was a wooden table with four chairs.

A window was looking out into the garden.

The cat Pip jumped onto a chair.

Sarah made the tea.

She put a plate of cookies on the table.

They were chocolate cookies, still warm.

"Sit down, please. Tell me everything. Where did you find the bottle?"

They told her.

About the beach, the bottle, the letter.

About finding Pine Street, looking at every door, finding the big tree, seeing the cat called Pip.

Sarah was listening with all her heart.

She was holding her tea but not drinking it.

"I cannot believe it," she said.

"I wrote that letter when I was ten years old. I put it in a bottle. I walked to the end of the beach. I threw it into the sea. And then I waited."

"What happened?" Hannah asked softly.

Sarah smiled a sad smile.

"Nothing happened. No one came. I waited every day for many months. Every day after school I sat at the gate. I looked down the street. But no one came."

"That is so sad," Hannah said.

"At the time, it was very sad," Sarah said.

"I was a lonely little girl. The other children at school did not like me. They said I was too quiet. They said I read too many books. I did not have a single friend."

She took a small sip of her tea.

"But you know what? Later, things became better. When I was thirteen, a new family moved here. They had a daughter called Emma. Emma was the same age as me. We became best friends. We are still friends today. She lives in the next village now."

"Oh, I am so happy!" Hannah said.

"Yes. So in the end, I did find a best friend. The letter did not bring her. But she came. And I was not alone anymore."

Lily looked at the letter on the table.

"So you forgot about the bottle?"

"Yes, almost. Sometimes I remembered. Sometimes I thought about that lonely little girl on the beach. But I never told anyone about the letter. It was my secret. My silly secret."

She looked at Lily and Hannah.

"And now, after thirty years, the sea finally sent it back to me. Through you two. Two kind girls."

The kitchen was quiet.

Only the clock was ticking on the wall.

Pip the cat was sleeping on the chair.

"What was your dog like?" Lily asked.

"The first Pip?"

Sarah's face brightened.

"Oh, Pip was wonderful! He was a small brown dog. He had long ears. He loved running on the beach. He was my best friend before Emma came. He lived for fifteen years."

She pointed to a photo on the wall.

There was a young girl.

She had brown hair and big eyes.

She was holding a small brown dog in her arms.

She was smiling.

"That is me. And that is Pip."

The girls walked to the photo.

They looked at the little girl.

"She looks lovely," Hannah said.

"She was just lonely," Sarah said.

"But she was okay. She just needed time."

They talked for a long time in the kitchen.

Sarah asked them about their school, their family, their dreams.

She listened with kind eyes.

The cookies were almost finished.

The sun was going down outside.

"We have to go back to Grandma's house," Lily said.

"She is waiting for us."

"Of course," Sarah said.

"But please come back tomorrow. Will you?"

"Yes! Yes, we will!" Hannah said.

Sarah walked them to the door.

The garden was now in evening light.

The big oak tree was making long shadows.

"Thank you so much, girls. Today was a very special day for me. I will never forget it."

"Thank you for the cookies!" Hannah said.

"They were the best."

The girls walked home slowly through the village.

The street lights were just coming on.

The sky was orange and pink.

"Lily," Hannah said.

"I have an idea."

"What?"

"Sarah was lonely as a child. Many people were not kind to her. But now we can be kind. We can do something special for her."

"What can we do?"

Hannah was thinking.

Then she smiled.

"Tomorrow is Sunday. The whole village comes to the beach on Sunday. There is always a small market. Children play. Grown-ups talk. Why don't we... why don't we invite Sarah?"

"To the market?"

"Yes! And we can tell people her story. Not the sad part. Just that she is a kind woman who makes wonderful cookies. We can introduce her to other people. To children."

Lily smiled.

"That is a beautiful idea."

When they got home, Grandma was making dinner.

"Did you find Sarah?" she asked.

The girls told her everything.

Grandma listened with a smile.

When they finished, she said:

"You did a wonderful thing today, girls. You brought a lost piece of someone's heart back to her."

That night, the girls could not sleep.

They were planning.

They were whispering in their beds.

The moon was shining through the window.

The sea was singing softly outside.

"Lily," Hannah said.

"Do you think Sarah is happy now?"

"Yes," Lily said.

"I think she is very happy."

They fell asleep, smiling.

In the morning, the sun was bright.

The sea was blue and calm.

The girls got up early.

They ate breakfast quickly.

They asked Grandma about the Sunday market.

"Yes, it starts at ten o'clock," Grandma said.

"There is fresh fish, bread, fruit. People sit and talk on the beach. Some children play games. Why?"

"We want to invite Sarah," Hannah said.

Grandma smiled.

"Good idea. I will come too. I want to meet her."

At nine o'clock, the girls walked to Pine Street.

Sarah was in her garden.

She was watering her flowers.

Her cat Pip was watching from the wall.

"Good morning!" the girls said.

Sarah looked up and smiled.

"Good morning! You came back!"

"Sarah, will you come to the beach with us?" Lily asked.

"There is a market this morning. Everyone will be there."

Sarah looked surprised.

"Oh... I usually don't go to the market. I just stay home and read."

"But why?" Hannah asked.

Sarah was quiet.

"I... I don't know many people in the village. Most of them don't know me. I sometimes feel a little..."

"Lonely?" Hannah asked softly.

Sarah looked at her.

"Yes. Even now, sometimes."

"Then come with us!" Hannah said.

"We will be your friends!"

Sarah was thinking.

She looked at her quiet house.

She looked at the flowers.

She looked at the two girls — so young, so hopeful.

"Yes," she said.

"Yes, I will come."

She brought a basket.

Inside, she put many of her chocolate cookies.

"If we are going to the market, I will bring something."

The three of them walked down to the beach together.

The sun was warm.

The wind was singing.

At the beach, many people were there.

There were small tables with fish, fruit, flowers.

Children were running.

A man was playing a guitar.

Grandma Rose was already there.

She was talking with some friends.

When she saw them, she came over with a big smile.

"Sarah! I am Rose. These girls are my granddaughters. Come, come. Meet my friends."

Sarah looked a little nervous.

But she smiled.

Grandma took her around the market.

She introduced her to everyone.

"This is Sarah. She lives on Pine Street. She makes the best cookies in the village."

People were kind.

They tried Sarah's cookies.

They said they were wonderful.

One woman asked if Sarah could make cookies for her son's birthday next week.

Another woman said her daughter loved reading too — maybe they could talk about books?

Sarah was smiling.

Her face was bright.

Her shoulders were not tight anymore.

The girls were watching from a small distance.

Hannah was holding Lily's hand.

"Look at her," Hannah said softly.

"She is happy."

"Yes," Lily said.

"She is happy."

The summer went on.

Every day, the girls visited Sarah.

They helped her in the garden.

They learned to make cookies.

They read books in the kitchen.

One afternoon, Sarah took them to the old lighthouse at the end of the bay.

She used to walk there alone as a child.

"This was my special place," Sarah said.

"When I was sad, I came here. I sat on these rocks. I listened to the sea. The sea was my friend when no one else was."

The girls sat with her on the warm rocks.

They looked at the white lighthouse.

They looked at the blue water.

The wind was warm on their faces.

Seagulls were calling above them.

"It is a beautiful place," Lily said.

"It is even more beautiful now," Sarah said, "because I am not alone anymore."

Hannah pulled something out of her pocket.

It was a small piece of paper.

She had a pencil too.

"I have an idea," she said.

"Let's write a new letter. A happy one this time. And we will put it in a bottle and throw it into the sea."

Sarah smiled.

"What should we write?"

Hannah was thinking.

Then she wrote slowly:

"Hello. If you find this letter, you are not alone. Somewhere, someone is waiting to be your friend. Look around. Open your door. They are closer than you think. — Three friends in Seaview."

They found an empty glass bottle at home.

They put the letter inside.

The next morning, they walked to the end of the beach.

They threw the bottle as far as they could.

The little green glass danced on the waves for a moment.

Then it was gone.

"Now the sea will carry it to someone," Hannah said.

Sarah was different now.

She came to the beach.

She talked to the neighbours.

She invited the village children to her garden.

The big oak tree had a swing under it now.

Sarah put it there for the children.

"Children should play under big trees," she said.

One Saturday morning, Sarah's best friend Emma came to visit.

She lived in the next village.

She had two children — a boy of eight and a girl of eleven.

Hannah and Lily met them at Sarah's house.

They played in the garden.

They climbed the oak tree.

They laughed and laughed.

"You see?" Sarah said, watching them with Emma.

"I have many friends now."

"You always did," Emma said.

"You just needed to see them."

The summer holiday was coming to an end.

Tomorrow, the girls would go home with their parents.

They were sad.

They did not want to leave.

That last evening, they went to Sarah's house one more time.

Sarah was making a special dinner.

There was bread and soup and cookies.

"I have something for you," Sarah said.

She gave each of them a small box.

Inside Lily's box was a small pendant.

It was a tiny silver bottle on a chain.

Inside Hannah's box was the same.

"To remember the day you found me," Sarah said.

"Or rather, the day you brought me back to myself."

The girls hugged her.

They cried a little.

Sarah cried too.

"Will you come back next summer?" Sarah asked.

"Of course we will! Every summer!" they said.

That night at Grandma's house, Hannah was lying in bed.

She was holding the silver bottle in her hand.

"Lily," she said.

"Yes?"

"Do you think there are other letters in the sea? Other people waiting?"

Lily was thinking.

The sound of the waves came through the open window.

"Yes," she said.

"I think there are many. Many people waiting for someone to find them."

"Then we have to keep looking," Hannah said.

"Every summer."

"Yes," Lily said.

"We have to keep looking."

They listened to the sea for a long time.

The sea was speaking softly, like an old friend.

It was full of stories.

It was full of letters.

And it was waiting for the kind people who could read them.

The next morning, they said goodbye to Grandma, to Sarah, to the village.

The car was driving away.

Lily and Hannah were looking back.

Sarah was standing on the road, waving with both hands.

The big oak tree was waving too.

The sea was bright behind her.

The sea, full of secrets and stories.

But Lily and Hannah were not sad anymore.

They were already planning for next summer.

They had silver bottles around their necks.

They had a friend waiting for them in Seaview.

And somewhere out there, in the waves, more letters were floating.

Waiting.

Hoping.

For the right pair of hands to find them.