Letters

Letter 30

December 16th, 2004

Dear Dad,

            Today, Uncle Alex asked if I wanted to see a therapist or counselor. I told him that I was doing fine. I just have to remain positive. He later showed up with some airplane tickets, and he said that we’re leaving this weekend. I was so excited that I packed up some of my stuff without thinking that I might need some of it for this week. I unpacked everything and folded everything. I set it all to the side and left it there for when I had to pack up and leave.

            I left for school and I didn’t really talk to anyone today. I sat by myself and ate by myself. Whenever someone did talk to me, it would usually be because they needed something from me. I wanted to this off like it’s nothing, but it stuck to me. I tried to make some new friends today though, but they’d rather talk to their best friends and continue on with the conversation, even though I was the one who started it. This was another thing I tried to brush off, but these things have been sticking to me lately.

            I waited for Uncle Alex to pick me up after school in the library. I decided to browse all the books and the ones that seemed interesting to me were the ones about someone going through some sort of struggle all by themselves with no support whatsoever. I checked it out and the librarian asked if I wanted to help her out with putting the books away after school, because Richard would be the one to do this sort of thing, but since he’s gone, the librarian needed help with the piles of books that needed to be scanned. I said sure, so she taught me how to scan the books and put them away. I spent the rest of my time putting away the books until Uncle Alex picked me up.

            I decided to watch some feel good movies for the rest of the day when I got to Uncle Alex’s house. Uncle Alex was right, all these people’s reactions are unrealistic and this chain of events would never happen, but it’s nice to see world like this.

Your son,

Rico