Things Could Be Worse

A mother passing by her daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed nicely made and everything picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped prominently on the centre of the bed. It was addressed, "Mom".

Fearing the worse, she opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands:

Dear Mom,

It is with this great regret and sorrow that I'm writing to you. I had elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with dad and you.

I've been finding real passion with John and he is so nice - even with all his piercings, tattoos, beard and motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion, mom. I'm pregnant and John said that we will be very happy. He owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too.

John taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us, and trading it with his friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy that we want.

In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so John can get better; he sure deserves it!

Don't worry, mom. I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Some day, I'm sure we'll be back to visit you so that you can get to know your grandchildren.

Your daughter,

Julie

P.S. Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbour's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk center drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home.

Sent to Starmag by Juliana Phang