I almost wrote Dont you dare read this Mrs. Dunphrey by your name, but just out of habit. But it would be pretty stupid to send you a letter and not let you read it right? Before you get too excited about me writing, I should let you know that this is a assignment. Not for school but from my family therapist that Matt, Mom and I have been seeing every week.(Thats right Mom, I explain.)The therapist, Mr. Sarcusi says that showing your feelings is healthy. He says after everything that has happened, I have a reason to feel betrayed. He also said that all teenagers feel betrayed anyway. He told to write about myself and pretend I was talking to someone that didnt know my whole life story.
I thought that it was a dumb thing to write about but I guess I have to do it. I did it all last year in your class, so I guess its going to be pretty easy. I know you keep writing me and saying to write back, so I finally decided to. Thanks for letting me and Matt sleep on your couch and floor for those three day when the caseworker couldnt find us a foster family. I cant tell you how scared I was when I thought that they would separate my Matt and I. I was so happy when you said, Can I take them home with me? and when you stood your grounds and wouldnt take home for an answer. Even your husband was pretty cool about taking us in, even though I think he thought that he was going to be stuck with us for ever.
Did you know that our caseworker decided to send us Dads parents, you know the ones that we never, ever met. They live in Florida. First I didnt think that was a great idea. Look how Dad turned out. How could they be good parents? And if they didnt wants to see us for the last fifteen years, why are they going to want us living with them now? I dont think that I would have gone if they didnt talk me into it. It turns out that, Nana and Poppy, my grandparents arent that bad either. They both are really short.
The Essay on Beside Amy Didnt One Left
I strolled aimlessly along every sidewalk in town. Pondering my next move, my thoughts raced in my head like a train derailed. Amy had somehow forgotten me. In all my years I never believed this could happen. I swore I would be there for her, and she swore to never forget me. Earlier that day I paid a visit to her. I stood statute behind her as she gazed into the mirror. She looked pale and ...
They are different from what I imagined. Nana and Poppy was already old when Dad was born. You know what Dad did when he was in grade school, he killed the neighbors dog. Poppy and Nana thought that it was just a stage. Dad started t get worse and worse, beating up other kid all the time, getting angry about everything. They said that every time that he did something bad he always tell them that he was sorry, stupid like they were they believed him. They thought that he would grow out of it but he never did. Nana said she thought that Dad would settle down after he married Mom, but he didnt. And when I was born they tried coming around, bring me presents and offering them to take a brake, loaning him money y which the thought was for me. They stopped giving him money and thats when he said he didnt wants them to come around any more.
Nana feels really bad for giving up so easy and she always telling me a Matt that she is sorry, and that she know that she cant make up for the fifteen years they Well I guess they are right, Matt has really started sticking to them now. He says its almost like having grandma back. Its not!! I know its good that Matt is happy and hes getting to act like a normal little boy but all Nana and Poppy does is brag over every little thing that he does. When I told Mr. Sarcusi that, he said that I was just jealous that my grandparents were paying more attention Nana and Poppy treats Mom liked a little kid too. Ever since the caseworker tracked he down in California, where Dad apparently left her again for a nineteen year old shes been miserable. That postcard she send us was nothing but lies go figure.
I think the only reason why she came back is because we are reminders of what she used to have. Mr. Sarcuis say that its not her fault that she is like the way she is. It took a lot away from her, all the abuse. He says that Mom never will fully recover from I gave this letter to Mr. Sarcuis to read before I send it to you and he started yelling at me. He sais I want you to write this letter over? Did you do this on purpose? You never wrote a thing about how you felt, the whole letter was about other people!! I kind of see about what he was talking about.
The Essay on Dad Mom Family Things
The contemporary American family is one that shows a picture perfect lifestyle of happiness and normalcy, but this normalcy can be challenged by anything. The present war our country is engaged in is one factor that has changed the lives of many families since it began. Husbands, sons, and sometimes even mothers and daughters are leaving their homes to fight in the war with Iraq. If the ...
Mom and Dad fighting all those time must have mess my mind up a bit. Now that I think about it. Whenever I sees a guy that I like to date, I look back at Moms and Dads relationship and say to myself, No all men are jerks I dont think that I would have been all that if I lived with Nana and Poppy all my life. I miss being in charge. Having to worry about ever little thing. It felt like I was a grown up, and it felt good.
Here Nana and Poppy treat me like Im a little kid. They make me be home at a certain hour, I have to do chores, and worse of all that kisses me in public. I know they are doing it I can see you reading this right now. Maybe thinking to your self that I might run away or do something stupid like that. You dont have to worry I dont want to ever have to do what I did last I have to go now. I think this letter is long enough. I like to thank you for ever thing that you have done for me.
I also like you to know that Im going to hold on to that old journal book of mine. I think I might just start another one. Thanks a lot. P.S. You should come down a visit sometime. Dont You Dare Read This Mrs. Dunphrey By: Margaret Peterson Haddix
