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Dear Aashu
Today, I want to share an incident that is upsetting me day and night. Few days back, I purchased a roll-top desk from a junk shop. In its drawer, I found a letter addressed to Mrs Macpherson written by her husband Jim, who was an army officer and fought the war against Germany during the First World War. In that letter he has described an incident that happened on the Christmas morning. The Germans invited the Britishers for the Christmas party on the no man's land during the war. All the soldiers from both the armies enjoyed the party and played football. All longed for the end of war and to go home. This letter had a strip pasted on the envelope written by Mrs Macpherson which said, "Jim's last letter, received January 25, 1915. To be buried with me when the time comes". These lines compelled me to search Mrs Macpherson and to return the letter. I went to the given address and found that she now lives in Burlington House nursing home and is 101 years old. I went there and handed over the letter to her. It was the Christmas morning that eyes lit up with happiness and she looked at me back. She kissed my cheek, asked me to sit near her, offered me tea and Christmas cake which couldn't say anything. Now I am in a state of disappoint the lady that her husband is dead or has come back as he had promised in the letter. I fear if I disclose my identity she will definitely die of shock and disappointment. And if I don't then I would live in guilt. What should I do? Please suggest me.

Your friend
Jim