Letter 1: Keeping House My dearest friend…  I have flashbacks of our childhood, the days where we played house with your tiny red metal toy pots, which I so loved to play with. Do you remember your toy stove and the little plastic silver teaspoons? It feels like yesterday, doesn’t it? While I harvested weeds and berries to whip up my make-believe dinners, you always had those surprise ingredients cooking in your pots: sliced green beans and chopped carrots which your mum so generously shared with us from that night’s dinner preparations. Our playtimes were so innocent. We often took…