Hi,
A very nice letter Must read it. Really cool………
A father passing by his teenage daughter's bedroom
was astonished to see
the
bed was nicely made and everything was neat and
tidy. Then he saw an
envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the
pillow. It was
addressed "Dad". With the worst premonition, he
opened the envelope and
read
the letter with trembling hands:-
Dear Dad,
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing
you, but I'm leaving
home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Randy
because I wanted to
avoid a
scene with Mom and you. I've been finding real
passion with Randy and he
is
so nice to me. I know when you meet him you'll like
him too - even with
all
his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes. But
it's not only the
passion
Dad, I'm pregnant and Randy said that he wants me to
have the kid and
that
we can be very happy together. Even though
Randy is much older than me (anyway, 42 isn't so old
these days is it?),
and
has no money, really these things shouldn't stand in
the way of our
relationship, don't you agree?
Randy has a great CD collection; he already owns a
trailer in the woods
and
has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. It's
true he has other
girlfriends as well but I know he'll be faithful to
me in his own way.
He
wants to have many more children with me and that's
now one of my dreams
too.
Randy taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt
anyone and he'll be
growing it for us and we'll trade it with our
friends for all the
cocaine
and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray
that science will find
a
cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure
deserves it!!
Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how
to take care of
myself.
Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can
get to know your
grandchildren.
Your loving daughter,
Rosie.
At the bottom of the page were the letters "PTO".
Hands still trembling,
her
father turned the sheet, and read:
PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at the
neighbour's house. I
just wanted to remind you that there are worse
things in life than my
report
card that's in my desk centre drawer. Please sign it
and call when it is
safe for me to come home. I love you!
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