My mother always wanted to live near the water,” she said. “She said it’s the one thing that brings us all together. That I can have my toe in the ocean off the coast of Maine, and a girl my age can have her toe in the ocean off the coast of Africa, and we would be touching. On opposite sides of the world.

What’s this one, Mum? There’s no return address, and there’s like, five stamps on it. Who’s it from?”
Leaning forward to get a closer look at the stamps, I didn’t notice the fleeting look of immense sadness pass over her face.
“Oh it’s nothing, darling.”
I raised my eyebrow at her. She sighed.
“An overseas friend. You wouldn’t know her.”
And before I could ask what ‘her’ name was, Mum had left the room.