DEAR Margaret,
Do you remember the first time we were on the same court?
I sure do. It was at Wimbledon. I was about 17. You went to hit some serves on the clay court out back, and I helped you pick up your balls. I remember looking up to you. You were one of my role models, and I felt so privileged to be on the same court with you, even as your ball girl.
I think that is why it truly pains me now that we can’t see eye to eye. And while I still admire all your accomplishments on the court, I’m disappointed by your inability to acknowledge me as your equal off the court.