I was once told a story by a man, who once new me as his daughter. About a girl who changed the world in ways you can’t imagine, and all she did was write a letter. But after she died it’s was where the letter went that made her special. I am not the one who wrote the letter, or the one who carried the letter to where it needs to go.
Dear world and my father,
Who I hope will listen to me on my beautiful sixteenth birthday. Today I do not wish for a phone or a car, nor do I want you to write in a card I want you to listen to the words that have come from my mouth, and now on this paper. Daddy I am mad at you but I am also angry with the world because they let you do these things. They let you use children that lived half way around the world to do your dirty work. You payed them not even a quarter of Ur filthy income, would you want your kid living on less then a dollar a day. You cheat every body even your self, you think you’re the best but I hear you cry at night. You know your wrong and you know how many people you’re hurting, yet you do it anyway. IT NEVER USED TO BE LIKE THIS YOU ONCE WHERE MY FATHER. You took me to the movies, asked how my day was but now to me you are scum, a dirty no good. Now you are not my father you are the man who thousands of people who hate you plus one more, me your daughter.
This is not just a letter it’s the time to take what I promised, that I will leave if you didn’t stop. This will be the last letter or words that will ever come from me.
Goodbye father
I was not the first to hear this story, nor will I be the last I am the one who this girl saved. I was one of those children on the other side of the world where my real dad told me this story. The boss the father of the girl who wrote the letter Mr James is now my father, he brought me here to this beautiful country. He’s showed me pictures of his last house which he sold and gave the money to my friends and family back home. Who now have food and shelter; we have a school every thing so different. My life changed in ways I could never imagine because of one girl one letter, and one compony and a man. I was five when Mr James came and saved me he’s told me lots of stories about his daughter he cries all the time. But he will never forgive him self, he calls him self a monster. But I tell him that’s what he was, but he’s not anymore.
I once drummed up the courage to ask him where the letter is his simple answer was “ In the heart of everyone it helped my dear.” one Girl was all it took to help these people I hope, I can help the worlds in the way my sister did.
