Letters

Letter 5

November 9th, 2004

Dear Dad,

            Today’s Sunday, the last day of the weekend and school starts tomorrow. Uncle Alex and I almost forgot about buying school supplies, so we went out to get some. I got a highlighter, some pens, some pencils, a sharpener, an eraser, some folders, some notebooks, and a 3 inch binder, or 7.6 cm. Afterwards, we started browsing backpacks. I didn’t have a preference, but Uncle Alex suggested that I’d get a backpack with wheels, those things that you roll around behind you like a luggage without having to actually carry it. He said that school gives you more and more every year and they don’t stop. I trusted him and got the backpack. I filled it with my school supplies and put it beside my bed for tomorrow.

            Again, Uncle Alex wanted me to do more school shopping, but for clothes. The kind of school that I’m going to doesn’t make students wear uniforms, but I told him that I already have clothes. He said that I needed new clothes, clothes to show off to people and look good while doing it. I said okay, and went on shopping for new clothes at several clothing stores. I got some jackets, some sweaters, some jeans, some shirts, and some ties. None of which I liked, but Uncle Alex insisted on doing the shopping because he wanted me to look nice. He thought that my button up flower shirts and tannish shorts wouldn’t set off a good impression, especially in a public place like school.

            We argued a little about how I wanted to dress, but in the end I won because he didn’t want to limit my freedom of choice, so he returned my clothes and we went shopping again. I got to pick out clothes that I liked, but the amount of clothes that I wanted didn’t satisfy Uncle Alex. He said that I should get more. I told him to stop trying to spoil me, but he said that I was pretty much immune to that spoiling thing. I told him that I’m only getting what I needed, and that’s only two jackets and a coat.

            Afterwards, we went out to eat for dinner right next to the beach. I ate fried fish and it smelled delicious. I couldn’t wait to eat, so I burned my tongue. When the fish cooled down, I ate it but I could barely taste it. I could barely taste the iced soft drinks too and my night was ruined, but Uncle Alex said it was okay. He said that he was gonna take me out to the same place again in a few days after I could taste again.

           

Your Son,

Rico