Overnight, my inbox morphed into this harbor of heartbreak -- a single mother in Sacramento, a girl being bullied in rural Kansas, all asking me, a 22-year-old girl who barely even knew her own coffee order, to write them a love letter and give them a reason to wait by the mailbox.
Gjate nates, inboksi u mbyt me mesazhe-- nje nene e vetme ne Sakramento, nje vajze te cilen e tallnin shoket e klases ne fshatrat e Kansasit, te gjithe duke me pyetur, nje vajze 22 vjecare qe as te porosiste nje kafe nuk dinte, ti shkruaja nje leter dashurie dhe ti jepja nje arsye per te pritur ne kutine postare.