Wednesday, September 19, 2007

LETTER FROM A DAUGHTER




A father passing by his teenage daughter's bedroom was astonished to
see the bed was nicely made andeverything 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 envelopeand read the letter with tremblinghands:-


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 newboyfriend Randy because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.


I've been finding real passion with Randyand 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'mpregnant and Randy said that he wantsme 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, reallythese things shouldn't stand in theway 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 knowhe'll be faithful to me in his ownway.


He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too.


Randy taught me thatmarijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and he'll be growing it for us andwe'll trade it with our friendsfor all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.


In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure forAIDS so Randy can get better; he sure deserves it!!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 neighbor's house.


I just wanted to remind you thatthere are worse things in life than my report card that's in my deskcentre drawer.


Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to come home.


I love you

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