Letter Eighteen

Hi dad

It's been years since I was diagnosed with CAD. You didn't write, you didn't call, and you didn't come running back to me. I was sad and disappointed, but whenever I looked at mom, she seemed fine. It was just like she already knew. It wasn't something she wasn't ready to face. She knew you wouldn't show up no matter how heartwrenching the situation may be. I think it's sad. How much used to she's gotten to these responses of you.

Anyways, since you ASKED, my school's going just fine. It's getting bearable. A new transfer student showed up, and all of a sudden, I got out of the limelight. The bullying stopped.

Other than that, my grades are good. My English teacher was the proudest of all. She said she enjoys reading my essays as they don't look like I wrote them.