Tuesday, May 29, 2007

nice story

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 center of the
pillow.
It was addressed "Dad".

With the worst premonition, he
opened the envelope and read the
letter,with trembling hands:D>

"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 center
drawer.
Please sign it and call when it is
safe for me to come home... I love
you!!!

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