Dear Mummy,
It is with some regret that I'm telling you that I have eloped
with my new boyfriend. I found real passion & he is so nice, even with
all his piercings & tattoos, and I love riding on the back of his big
motorcycle. But it's not only that Mummy, I'm pregnant & Ahmed said that
we will be very happy in his trailer in the woods. He wants to have many
more children with me & that's one of my dreams. I've learned that
marijuana doesn't hurt anyone & we'll be growing it for us & his
friends, who are providing us with all the cocaine & ecstasy we may
want. In the meantime, we'll pray for science to find the AIDS cure, for
Ahmed to get better, he deserves it. Don't worry Mummy, I'm 15 years old
now & I know how to take care of myself. Some day I'll visit so you can
get to know your grandchildren.
Your loving daughter,
Judith
PS: Mummy, it's not true. I'm next door at Sandy's. I just wanted
to show you that there are worse things in life than my report card
that's in my desk drawer. Love Judith.
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