Dear stranger

I messed up yet again

I guess it's out now.

When I wrote you my last letter I was in deep pain and I wasn't thinking straight.

I Signed off with the name Charlie ... my name.

Now that you know who I am please don't go looking for me I don't want this to turn into some cliché story or rather a tragedy.

I am Charlie.

I was raised in a foster home up until the age of 9 , I guess my family didn't like me that much.

You're probably thinking 'oh hold up then who's Rob ! And your sister..' Well when I was little I decided to run away from my foster home .

I was only eight, being an eight year old you don't really know the meaning of run away so I decided to go to the park and be a rebel.

Anyway I was at the park sitting on a bench next to a man.He seemed cool but I was an awkward child we started talking and he ended up buying me ice cream then took me back to my foster home.

Weeks went by and the man and I got closer I even met his family !

Stranger that was one of the best times of my life.Him and his wife decided to adopt me.

So here I am.

Stranger... I trust you more than I trust myself please don't go away.

Love,
C.