A Letter

Dear Mother and Father,

Today is my birthday, you said you will celebrate it with me, but you were busy attending

to my sick brother. Is he okay? Will he be, okay? Then, can we celebrate my birthday

tomorrow? If you are wondering why my writing is not the usual messy one, Martha

is writing it for me because I hurt my hand while playing with Gustavo. Remember?

The dog that you got me on my last birthday. He was nice and we played too much

so I sprained my wrist. Do not worry, the doctor said that I will be okay if I rest my

hand for three days.

I hope you reply to my letters soon.

It feels so lonely here. Martha is the only one with me. Why don't you like to see me

anymore? You don't visit me anymore; your last visit was three weeks ago...

But no matter, I will behave here like you asks me to. So, please visit me soon...

Love,

Sejin Varlette

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