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<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal"><span>As Sophie opened her garden gate, she looked in the mailbox. There was usually a lot of junk mail </span><span>and a few big envelopes for her mother, a pile to dump on the kitchen table before she went up to her </span><span>room to start her homework. </span><br><br><span>From time to time there would be a few letters from the bank for her father, but then he was not a </span><span>normal father. Sophie’s father was the captain of a big oil tanker, and was away for most of the year. </span><span>During the few weeks at a time when he was at home, he would shuffle around the house making it nice </span><span>and cozy for Sophie and her mother. But when he was at sea he could seem very distant. </span><br><br><span>There was only one letter in the mailbox—and it was for Sophie. The...