December 15th, 2004
Dear Dad,
Uncle Alex told me that I’d have to start my homeschooling when second semester started. That’s next month. I’m sure I could wait then.
Nothing really happened today. Daxus didn’t talk to me at all today, my English teacher was tolerable, no bullies followed me around, so I’d say that today’s an okay day, even though I’ve certainly seen better days. Nobody really cared about the mistletoes today. Today was kind of a null day. But I promise that I’ll be doing better later.
Your son,
Rico

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General FictionHaving a father with cancer, Rico flies to the U.S. from Australia to live with his uncle while his father recovers on his hospital bed. Rico writes daily letters about his life to keep his father constantly updated, but his awkward and innocent be...