Author’s Note: This creative piece is a letter from character to character in the story Bud Not Buddy by Christopher Paul Curtis. The purpose is to show how Bud feels about his family he never met.
Dear Herman E. Calloway,
I was six years old when my Momma died. When I was younger my momma would always have flyers of you and your band around the house. I always wanted to ask her why she had them, but I knew she wouldn't tell me. When she died I took them with me and always wondered who the man on the front of the flyer was. I think that it was you Mr. Calloway. I have read through every word and seen every picture of your flyers and posters and thinking that my momma kept these, was a mystery to me. After thinking it through I finally realized that maybe she was trying to tell me something, something about you. Herman I think that my momma was trying to tell me that you know her and that you might know me. I have one question for you. Are you my father?
I never wanted to say this out loud or write it down, but I think you are my father. I know this might be sounding weird, but why else would my momma save these flyers about you? Someday I would really like to meet you Herman E. Calloway.
Sincerely,
Bud-Not-Buddy
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