Eleanor Coerr

Dear Mieko,
I do hope you will enter the contest. The practice will be good for your hand. And I know that the beauty in your heart will again blossom like the peach tree in our garden. Then your brush will feel as though it is dancing across the paper. I’m sure of it—as sure as bamboo bends in the wind

it will be thanks to you. When I thought of friendship, I thought of you. That’s what I painted. ”

everyone will always remember you. Especially me.” She squeezed Mieko’s arm. “I’ll miss you a lot.”