Things could be worse

Read this in last Sunday Star, after reading it… I laughed out loud and was thinking - why didn’t I ever thought of writing this kind of letter to my mother. Well, in any way, this is a good article :)


Things could be worse

A mother passing by her daughter’s bedroom was astonished to see the bed nicely made & everything picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped prominently on the centre of the bed. It was addressed, "Mom".

Fearing the worst, she opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands:

Dear Mom,
It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you. I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with dad & you.

I’ve been finding read passion with John and he is so nice – even with all his piercings, tattoos, beard and motorcycle clothes. But it’s not only the passion, mom. I’m pregnant and John said we will very happy. He owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me and that’s now one of my dreams too.

John taught me that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone and we’ll be growing it for us, and trading it with his friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.
In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so John can get better; he sure deserves it!

Don’t worry, mom. I’m 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Some day, I’m sure we’ll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.

Your daughter,
Julie


PS Mom, none of the above is true. I’m over at the neighbour’s house. I just wanted to remind you that there are tworse things in life than my report card that’s in my desk centre drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home