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:-
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 Sam because I wanted to avoid a scene with
Mom and you.
I've been finding real passion with Sam 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
Sam said that he wants me to have the kid and that we
can be very happy together. Even though Sam 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?
Sam 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.
Sam 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 Sam 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 centre drawer.
Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to come
home.
I love you!
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