Letter #3- Beyond the Borders of Reality

There was a place I could go where I wasn't only Nora, the girl from Casablanca and Aït Melloul — I could be anyone, anything, as many times as I needed to be. As a child, I found my way there through something as ordinary as my grandmother's armoire, except it was never ordinary to me. This letter is about that other world I built in my imagination, the one no adult could follow me into, and the strange freedom of being someone new every time I crossed back over. What's tucked inside this month's envelope stays a surprise until it's in your hands.