The letter mentioned Sarah, the Samoan girl my dad knew as a medic in the Navy. She had moved on to New Zealand when the Japanese surrendered. I wondered if he loved her.
Mom made a show of jealousy at the mention of her name. I never thought much of it as a child. But now I’m old and dad is gone, and I hold a letter from 60 years ago written by someone that he and Sarah knew, and I wonder if he loved her.
