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Love in 1860: Part 2

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Love in 1860 (An Easy English Story): Part 2

July 20, 1860

Dear reader,

I miss my home. I miss my cat, Stripes. I miss my apartment in Boston. I miss riding the subway. I miss my friends. I miss drinking a hot cup of coffee every morning.

The names of the woman and her son are Elizabeth and David Wilson. They are very kind. I can’t go back to 2025. Elizabeth asked me, “Where are you from?” I couldn’t explain.

I told her, “I can’t remember.” It was a lie, but I cannot say “from Boston in 2025.”

Elizabeth gave me a hug. She smelled like fresh bread. She said, “You can stay with us in our house. You hit your head, right? Maybe you will remember soon.”

Elizabeth is like a mother. But I miss my own mother. I miss Mom’s big smile. I miss her Jollof rice and fufu. I miss watching America’s Got Talent with her.

Yesterday, David saw me crying behind the barn. I was thinking about home. David walked in, stopped, and left. He came back five minutes later. He was holding a piece of bread and jam. David put the bread in my hands. He opened his mouth. I thought he wanted to say something. But then he left.

How will I get back home?

Yours truly,
Grace Miller

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Love in 1860: Part 1

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Love in 1860 (An Easy English Story): Part 1

July 15, 1860

Dear reader,

My name is Grace. I am 28 years old. You may not believe me, but I am from the year 2025.

Last week, I went hiking in the mountains. I fell down. When I woke up, my head hurt. I could not find my phone. It was evening, and the sun was going down. I needed to leave the mountains.

Then I smelled smoke. Maybe someone had a fire. I walked to the smell. I saw a small house in the woods. I knocked on the door. A woman looked out the window. She was surprised, but she opened the door.

“Please help me,” I said. “I fell and hurt my head. I don’t know where the road is. Can I sleep here? Can I use your phone in the morning?”

The woman said, “We don’t have a… phone. But you can sleep here tonight.” She looked around the forest and pulled me inside.

The woman was about 50 years old. She lived with her son. He was about 30 years old. They gave me some bread and a blanket. I slept on the floor. I was tired and went to sleep.

In the morning, I woke up. I looked around. The house had a wood stove. There were blankets on the windows. There were no lights—only candles. The woman and her son were outside in the garden.

I asked, “What is today’s date?”

The son laughed. “It’s July 15, 1860.”

Am I dreaming?

Yours truly,
Grace Miller

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