Dear Mom: << A Goodbye Letter >> ..
A mother enters her daughter's bedroom & sees a letter over the bed.
With the worst premonition, she reads it, with trembling hands..
Dear Mom,
It is with great regret & sorrow 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 piercing & tattoos, and I love riding on the back of his big motorcycle.
But it's not only that mom, 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 Mom, 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 daughter,
Judith
PS: Mom, 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.
AST
With the worst premonition, she reads it, with trembling hands..
Dear Mom,
It is with great regret & sorrow 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 piercing & tattoos, and I love riding on the back of his big motorcycle.
But it's not only that mom, 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 Mom, 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 daughter,
Judith
PS: Mom, 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.
AST
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