LETTER TO A MOTHER
Got the following from my daughter today, just have to share
A mother enters her daughter's bedroom and sees a letter 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 it's not only
that mom, 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 ecstasies 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 so you can know your grandchildren.
Your daughter,
Judith
PS: Mom, it's not true. I'm at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to
show you that there are worse things in life than the school's report
card that's in my desk's drawer...I love you!
A mother enters her daughter's bedroom and sees a letter 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 it's not only
that mom, 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 ecstasies 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 so you can know your grandchildren.
Your daughter,
Judith
PS: Mom, it's not true. I'm at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to
show you that there are worse things in life than the school's report
card that's in my desk's drawer...I love you! 
Kathy C.
on 4/22/04 11:06 am - Someplace, MI
on 4/22/04 11:06 am - Someplace, MI
Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhahhhhhhhhhhh!!!
I see where your daughter gets her sense of humor!!!!
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