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I’m not sure what I should call you. I am attaching a picture of me. It’s one of my favorites. My friend Vicky took it last summer in the park. That’s me on the left and Fiona on the right. You can see how much taller I am. I am a lot taller than my mother. I am in tenth grade. I play the piano (or I used to) and I love classical music. Robin, my mother’s boyfriend, knows everything about classical music. We go to concerts, mostly chamber music. This is something else that most kids my age are not into, but Fiona says I am not like most kids and I guess that’s a good thing, right? Being an individual etc. It feels so strange to be writing to you. I wonder whether I have made you up! My grandfather helped me find you. He’s the only one in the family who knows. He said you might not want to hear from me and that I had to be prepared for anything. I think maybe I have lucked out . . . Please write back. If you want to.
Maddy
Maddy,
I am with you on the Facebook question. My children are too young for Facebook, but my wife makes fun of me because I do not even have an account. Thank you for the picture. It is so nice to see. This is very strange for me. Very strange! You can see my photograph on the UCL website. I am a neuroscientist. By the way, I think it’s better if your mother knows we are in contact. Do you agree? If you want, send me her email and I will contact her myself. I’m glad she is with someone. Do you have any brothers or sisters?
Antonio (you can call me Antonio)