December 11th, 2004
Dear Dad,
Uncle Alex saw me lagging behind this morning. He saw that I wasn’t happy while I was eating my cereal. He said, “You know, you should be happy today, tomorrow, and the next day. Because today, someone’s having the best day of their life, someone’s getting married, someone’s having a baby, and someone’s birthday’s today.”
I didn’t want to say that it was a poor excuse to be happy, but I was sure thinking of it. Uncle Alex suggested going to the movies, going out to eat, going to the mall, and going to an art museum. All places that I liked going to, but I said no. I didn’t feel like it.
He sat right next to me and asked if it was my mom’s death that bothered me. I told him yes, but there were other things. I told him that life just isn’t fair. I listed the things that happened at school and what had happened between Richard, Daxus, and I. He said that the only thing that I could do, is to wait for something like this to happen again and do it right next time. He hugged me and went upstairs.
I didn’t do much of anything today though, besides go to work. Right now I’m wondering how upset you’d have to be to skip school and work, because I’m not feeling it today.
Your son,
Rico
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