To Rob

Picture this:

It's a Sunday morning.

Up at the end of Cross Street there's a blue house with a bright green door. The lawn is perfectly green and mowed. There's daisies growing in the window boxes.

You walk inside, entering the kitchen. The scent of butter toast, and fatty bacon and cheesy eggs lingers in the air. The pan on the stove is still hot. And the coffee hasn't had time to cool down in the pot.

You turn the corner into the yellow living room. A big brown couch sits against the wall. And empty plates and half full mugs decorate the coffee table. A family sits together on the couch, laughing at every stupid joke in Looney Toons. Because it's Sunday cartoons and every Sunday they watch cartoons.

Even if the mom and dad are close to forty five. Even if their eldest daughter is in her second year of college. Even if their youngest daughter is almost finished with high school. Even if they're basically all grown up, they will always watch Sunday morning cartoons together.

But guess what? They can't watch together anymore. They'll never look at Bugs Bunny the same because of you. Because you ruined their lives. Because you destroyed my world.

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Letters written between a teenage girl and a criminal. A story that starts with anger and sadness, but ends with an unimaginable friendship.