Dear Mom,

angie and marcus

dear mom,

i'm writing to you,

from an orphange,

where i didn't take the notice of even remembering its name.

it's a small orphange,

there are seperate rooms for everyone.

or if you wanted,

you could share a room with somebody.

i decided to share a room,

because truthfully,

if i was alone,

i probably go crazy,

and ended up being dead,

or something.

i ended up staying with this boy,

who was probably a few years younger than i.

he has this lightest red hair color,

with big green eyes.

he also has freckles scattered around his cheek,

and i also found some on his back.

apparently his story is,

or is rumoured to be,

that his parents abandonded him,

and he was left to survive in the streets alone.

well that was until,

elizabeth and eric took him in,

and so now here he is.

a boy who used to be skinny as a bone,

now with meat on his skin,

and looking healthy.

and then,

there's this little girl,

who is 6 years old,

and has the most prettiest blue eyes,

you'll ever encounter in your life.

she has short brown hair,

with a beauty mark right underneath,

her left eye.

she is up to my knee,

and so she's pretty small.

her name is angie.

her story is,

or rumoured to be,

is how her father was a drinker,

so he killed her own mother,

in front of angie.

angie ended up being taken away,

and so now here she is,

a little 6 year old,

already knowing about death,

and seen it.

she doesn't like talking about her parents,

because truthfully she can't remember,

that much about her parents.

she still believes that they'll come back,

and take her back home.

it's sad,

she reminds me a lot like me,

when i was younger.

love,

ann

scribbled on blank piece of paper hidden underneath bunk bed