A
mother enters her daughter's bedroom and sees a letter on the wall
over the bed. With the worst premonition, she reads it, with trembling
hands: It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm telling you that
I eloped with my new boyfriend. I found real passion and he is so
nice, with all his piercings and tattoos and his big motorcycle.
But
is not only that Mum, I'm pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be
very happy in his trailer in the woods. He wants to have many more
children with me and that's one of my dreams. I've learned that
marijuana doesn't hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and
his friends, who are providing us with all the cocaine and ecstasy
we may want.
In the
meantime, we'll pray for the science to find the AIDS cure, for
Ahmed to get better, he deserves it. Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years
old now and I know how to take care of myself. Some day I'll visit
for you to know your grandchildren. Your daughter, Judith.
P.S.:
Mum, it's not true. I'm at the neighbour's house. I just wanted
to show you that there are worse things in life than my report card
that's in the desk drawer.
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