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Topic: Writing a Letter (handwritten correspondence) (10/21/10)
TITLE: Dear Teacher
By Lisha Hunnicutt
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The police officer said that a nice lady was coming to get me soon. He said that I wonít have to go to Daddyís house any more. The principal said that I might have to go to a different school because I am going to live with a foster family. Iím a little bit scared because I donít know a foster family, but the principal said they will take good care of me.
I will miss my kitty. She sleeps with me when Iím afraid, and I donít think Daddy will take care of her. He doesnít like Magpie. Thatís my catís name. I call her that because thatís what Mommy used to call me. I was her Little Magpie. That was before Mommy went away. Now I donít get to see her any more.
Mommy and I used to play at the park sometimes. She pushed me on the merry-go-round and I laughed and laughed. Thatís when Mommy smiled. She had a pretty smile, but her eyes were always sad. One day I asked her why she was sad. She said that I was too little to understand, but her job was very hard. Mommy worked at night, but I donít know where. Sometimes the babysitter couldnít come. Then Mommy worked at home. She made a bed for me on the couch because she said her client was coming. When her clients came, I had to stay out of the room. I donít know what a client is, but I think itís a man because no women ever came. Some of them were nice and gave me candy, but one time a really bad man came, and he hurt Mommy. She had to go to the hospital. I was very scared. After that, she went away and I had to go live with my Daddy. Daddy said Mommy did a bad, bad thing, so sheís at a correctional institute, and thatís why I had to go live with him. He said I was a brat, and I had to earn my keep. Thatís when he started hurting me. I donít want to live with him any more.
I donít like my Daddy because heís mean to me. Do you think God is mad at me? One time I went to church with my babysitter because Mommy didnít come home. The preacher said that God wants us to love others, but how can I love my Daddy when he hurts me?
Thank you teacher for always being nice to me. You never yell at me when I do not do my homework. You always smile at me, and you give me a hug when I cry. I like how you brush my hair in the morning, and give me clean clothes to wear when I come to school. I know you love me teacher, and I will always love you too. I will not forget you teacher. I hope you will always remember me.
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