A Little Egyptian Prince
Dear Mother,
If you are reading this, I am already dead. I am sorry it had to come to this but this was the only way.
For years you have been working hard crafting and polishing the walking canes for King Tutankhamun. Ever since I can remember, my job was to test them for him, to deliver them, and to ensure that they helped him in his walk. I was his friend and confidant. We were naughty little boys together. As we grew up, I felt we understood each other because we suffered from the same ailment. I loved him like a brother and I thought he did so too. But it seems I was wrong. But I don't blame him, to be honest. He has a whole kingdom to rule and that comes with its set of challenges.