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Dear Dad ~ A Story for Fathers and Daughters
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:-
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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.
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At the bottom of the
page were the letters "PTO ".
Hands still trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read:
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PS:
Dad, none of what I wrote behind 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!
Your loving daughter,
Rosie
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