Dear Daddy,
I love you. My birthday is coming up. Mom is all excited. I could probably care less. Birthdays are fun to celebrate, but only with the people you love. Mom keeps asking me what I want, but we don't have the money and I don't want her to feel bad she couldn't get the present I wanted. To be honest, what I want can't be bought. I want you. I want Emily. I want friends again like first grade. I want people to stop judging me. I want everyone to just be happy. Can we jut live in a happy world where it doesn't matter how we look and act, what we like, what kind of families we come from, or how much money we have? I want to be happy again. I'm not looking forward to my birthday at all. Maybe it won't be so bad though.
See you soon,
Makayla
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Dear Daddy, I Love You
General FictionMakayla's father was recently drafted into the military. She was very close to her father and could tell him anything. She was bullied for years and only had one friend, Emily. Emily commited suicide from the cause of depression, bullying, and famil...
