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Chapter 3| The Response

Dear Mom,

Today, I met up with this lovely girl named Penelope! I actually met her a few days ago when I bumped into her outside my apartment. She's honestly such a sweetheart. Yesterday me and her watched movies with hot boys and gushed over them the entire time. This girl is truly my spirit animal.

Oh oh! I also met a guy who's kinda cute. He's a little mysterious and he has this nice septum piercing that makes me feel all warm inside. We are working on a project right now where we make presentations with slides that show organs and their functions. I'm so nervous, I hope I don't have to read them out.

On another note, I have a love hate relationship with the whole chemistry aspect of the medical science route. Though to be honest I don't really want to be a doctor. I think I'm gonna go into forensic science. I mean I'm really bad at bedside manner. Like really bad. Evan got sick once and I convinced him he was dying and that no one was able to save him...

In hindsight, I believed that he was dying. Only because I had never experienced someone being sick before and when I got sick it was really bad. So by association... anyway, did you know when I was in the fifth grade I kept getting an ear infection. Like it would attack me and I would take antibiotics but it would come back after 2 weeks. Mrs Summers called it the recurring ear, because it never truly left until I got out of that class. I think it was Kyle to be honest. He always stuck his hand up his nose and wiped it on people. When I was young I couldn't stand the idea of touching germ infested objects.

Like, I wouldn't use the restroom in public and I wouldn't use the restroom after anyone in my family. It was a weird habit I developed and it got worse after I hit puberty. I wouldn't even touch people with how bad it was. Though I went to correctional therapy for that. Same with the lisp I had when I was younger. They helped me to pronounce the "s" sound when I was like 10. Which I'm 100% glad they did.

I had a lot of problems as a child didn't I? Haha, I could barely even eat food, unless someone ate that food before me. I was convinced it was poisoned.

I'm sorry you had to miss a lot of my life. I truly wish you could've been there.

Anyway, I hope you're having a nice day momma.

Sincerely,
A.S

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Spencer had a piece of paper out on his desk. The yellow pencil he held in his hand had made a few marks. Those marks read:

"To A.S
I want to make you aware that you've been writing letters to me instead of your mother. At first I thought they were a joke or some kind of prank. However, it's come to my attention that you are sending the letters to the wrong address. I apologize for not telling you sooner as I only found out recently.

Thank you for your time."

But as he reread the letter he had crumpled it up and tossed it in the trash. How do you write a letter to someone who thought they were sending letters to their mom? He opened his drawer and grabbed out the most recent letter. The pink paper was consistent. In this letter, she talked about her family growing up. Something that puzzles Spencer though was the fact her mother didn't raise her. He had thought it was a lot more recent of a development. However, having known Evan or Mr. And Mrs. Summers since fifth grade? That's way earlier of a development than he thought. He was puzzled as to why her mother was unable to raise her. Was her mother unstable? Maybe her mother was an addict. Or was her mother so low income that she couldn't legally take care of the child.

These questions flooded his mind before he put the piece of pink paper away. When he first started to receive the letters, he threw them away. Something he greatly regrets. He wishes he could reread those letters over and over again. He knows he could never actually forget the letters and what was written inside them. But those letters were to this girl's mom and he felt awful for throwing away them away.