Drága Nagymama es Nagypapa,
I know this letter is supposed to be to my parents and I know you'd expect me to write one to my mother and father. But in my mind, they aren't my parents.
Yes, they may be the people who adopted me and who's names appear on all the legal documents that involve me, but that isn't enough to make them my Mom and Dad. I spent my entire childhood with you. You two were the people who raised me. Sometiems, I feel like my Mom and Dad think of me as some kind of toy- a novelty at first, but them tossed aside when it becomes boring and something better comes along. Before I even learned how to walk or talk, my 'parents' dropped me at your house, expecting you to take care of me.
I stayed with you from the moment I woke up until you took me back home and put me to bed. I only saw my Mom and Dad maybe once a week for a few hours. The rest of the time, I was with you. You taught me how to speak Hungarian (and English once you realized that I hadn't learned it). You were the people who took me to school in the morning and brought me back to your house afterwards. You made sure that I was always happy. When I needed help with homework, you were always there. Those nights when I slept over your house were some of the best in my entire life. I remember you coming into my room at 9 o'clock with a cup of hot chocolate and sitting with me, reading to me until i fell asleep.
I still vividly remember the day when my Mother told me that she had decided to quit work. I was twelve years old. When she told me, I was sobbing hysterically, begging to see you, but she refused. I went from seeing you every single day to seeing you maybe once a week for half-an-hour. That broke me. I felt like I lost a part of me that day. A part of me that I'll never get back.
Since then, you know that the problems at home have gotten worse. I love how close you live so that I know I can always come to your house if I need it. I know it kills you to see the relationship between my my Mother and Father and I deteriorate. You always tell me to try to make things work. I wish I could. I wish I had the strength and courage to do that, but I don't. I can't keep trying any more. I know that hurts you and I'm so sorry. It hurts me even more to know that I've upset you. I feel my heart break every time I see you cry because of something my Mother has said to you. It drives me crazy to know that I can't do anything about it.
I love you so much, Nagymama es Nagypapa. I don't even know where I'd be right now if it weren't for you. Even though I only see you maybe once a week, those 30 minutes never fail to make me smile and leave me feeling so happy. I'm so grateful to you for everything you have done for me. I wish I could articulate my feelings better, but I cant. So for now, I'll end with this:
I love you so much. Nagyon szeretlek.
Szerettel,
~Katie
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