August 1, 2009
Dear Charlie,
My birthday is in 7 days, this is the first time I’ll literally spend that day alone. No one will be there, uncle works everyday all day, I barely see him, and Judith and I don’t talk anymore. She’s gone; she wrote me a letter, the oddest letter I’ve ever got. The only thing it said was “thank you” I’m not sure what this really means. We only spoke one or two times. I don’t know what how to feel, back home at least mother would make me a cake, and invite a few family members and have a nice dinner. Now, it’s just me and a tuna sandwich, and I really hate tuna. I miss you, and I’m sad because you won’t be here. I feel an empty space on my stomach, every time I wake up, I try hard to ignore it, and a lot of times I get away with it, but sometimes, like today, that empty feeling beat me. And I’m just scared, because I do not know if I’ll get to see you again. I hate this illness. I hate feeling alone, and empty. Sometimes I even hate myself, because I let all this get the best of me. I think it’s the end of the world, when really, it’s just the start, and I yet have a lot to see and learn. I’m exhausted, and sleeping is not helping anymore, I really need a distraction, someone or something. Writing has become too much of a habit. I miss home.
Love,
Joctan
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Life is Beautiful
Genel KurguLife, can be a roller coaster. It can be the greatest thing ever, and in a minute can change to a living hell. This is the story of a young boy named "Joctan" who is writing to his childhood friend "Charlie" since he moved far away. This is also a...
