to him.

23;

Dear, You.

I think Halloween is now the worst holiday ever.

My dad sent me to therapy that night. Well, it was around supper them, but whatever, who cares about being all technical and stuff.

So he sent me there and made me sit in the office of some therapist who looked like she wanted to snap at me or something.

I thought they were supposed to have patience with people they give therapy to?

Anyways, afterwards she had a talk with my dad. She thought I was deaf and just refused to speak. Wow.

But she was talking to my dad and she said, "Your son refused to speak to me. I know that there is patient privacy or whatever, but there is nothing to keep private. Maybe you and him should have a chat."

My dad was upset over it all. At both me and Ms Whatever-Her-Name-Is. I do know that she's not married, and I know why.

My dad had replied to her, "He hasn't spoken in years, so you shouldn't be surprised. It was written in his file if you had bothered to read it."

She looked flustered and returned to her office.

So maybe I like my dad a little more for defending me. But Halloween is still ruined for me.

I hope yours was well, you probably went to a party.

From, Me.