Papa I can right good now! Ah, okay, Mommy is gonna right for me again.
Mommy never lets me send the letters I write you. She says that you have bigger things to worry about than new hair bands and what I'm learning in school. Well she says I can send 1 a year, so I'll jam pack it full of stuff so you know all about me.
My best friend is Audrey, and Anna, and Patrick, and Tony, and Ginny. Wait, that's more than 1 so it's called, um... Mommy, what's more than one? Oh, plural! I knew that. So it's not 'my best friend is', it's 'my best friends are'. We learned about that last month. My teacher is Ms. Shrope. She's so nice and I love her! I wish she was my Mommy.
Mommy went off to go cry again. I love you Papa!
Lots of love,
Natalia
YOU ARE READING
I'm Waiting, Papa
Short StoryAdoring daughter writing to her father, who is overseas in the military. Shows age progression from the age of 6 to 15.
