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Sandy73
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LETTER TO A MOTHER
A mother enters her daughter's bedroom and sees a letter over the bed.
With the worst premonition, she reads it, with trembling hands:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm telling you that I eloped
with my new boyfriend.
I found real passion and he is so nice, with all his piercing and
tattoos and his big motorcycle.
But it's not only that mom, I'm pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be
very happy in his trailer in the woods.
He wants to have many more children with me and that's one of my
dreams.
I've learned that marijuana doesn't hurt anyone and we'll be growing it
for us and his friends, who are providing us with all the cocaine and
ecstasies we may want.
In the meantime, we'll pray for the science to find the AIDS cure, for
Ahmed to get better, he deserves it.
Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of
myself.
Some day I'll visit for you to know your grandchildren.
Your daughter,
Judith
PS: Mom, it's not true. I'm at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to
show you that there are worse things in life than the school's report
card
that's in my desk's drawer...I love you!
A mother enters her daughter's bedroom and sees a letter over the bed.
With the worst premonition, she reads it, with trembling hands:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm telling you that I eloped
with my new boyfriend.
I found real passion and he is so nice, with all his piercing and
tattoos and his big motorcycle.
But it's not only that mom, I'm pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be
very happy in his trailer in the woods.
He wants to have many more children with me and that's one of my
dreams.
I've learned that marijuana doesn't hurt anyone and we'll be growing it
for us and his friends, who are providing us with all the cocaine and
ecstasies we may want.
In the meantime, we'll pray for the science to find the AIDS cure, for
Ahmed to get better, he deserves it.
Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of
myself.
Some day I'll visit for you to know your grandchildren.
Your daughter,
Judith
PS: Mom, it's not true. I'm at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to
show you that there are worse things in life than the school's report
card
that's in my desk's drawer...I love you!