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A Letter To SomeoneÉ
When I was growing up, my family was always there for me. They played a big part in my life and support group. When I was in middle school, I had to deal with a lot of racism, getting bullied, and a lot of sexual comments. During this time, my self-esteem and my self-confidence was going down so low I stopped believing in myself. I didn't even want to go back to school the next morning. My family told me I should talk to the principal about everything the other kids have said to me. So the next day, I went to talk to the principal, and he made me want to cry, made me wish I could just disappear. The principal told me the school used to be an all white school before I came here. When I got home, my parents asked me Ôbout what happened when I talked to the principal, and I told them everything he said to me. The next day, my parents went down to the school and confronted the principle, and he turned around and said he was only speaking the truth. A couple months later, my mom got a transfer to another Wal-Mart in California, so when I found out we had to move, I was happy. It took us about a month to get to California, but soon, after we got here, my uncle that molested me started babysitting for my parents, and he started to do that again. After a while, I was scared to fight anymore and I didn't want to tell my mom because it was her brother, and my uncle. I didn't want to ruin my family. I had very low self-esteem, so after a while, I gave up defending myself in every way and I tried to protect my sisters. When I started middle school in California, I had to go through everything all over again, all the racism and sexual comments. One day, I asked my Mom if I could talk to her by herself, so my dad and the little kids couldn't hear. I love my dad very much, but sometimes, he gets on my nerves and he has a different definition of what it means to stick up for yourself. My mom and I went to one of the back rooms and talked. She told me I am going to have to try and ignore what people are saying and doing to me. She also told me that when people are talking or doing things to me that hurt me and my feelings, it is only because they are jealous and don't like themselves. After we had that talk, I started to ignore what people said to me, and my sisters and I got the courage to tell on our uncle. My brothers, sisters, and parents have brought my self-esteem and confidence back up so high I made it all the way through high school and am now a senior. I am very grateful for everyone in my family for their support, love, and thanks. I would like to tell my brothers, Dakota and Steven, that I love them very much, and that I will always be there for them. Next, I would like to tell my sisters, Amanda and Bethany, that I will also be there for them and I love them too. Last but not least, I would like to tell my parents, Tina and Steve, that I love them so much and thank you all for believing in me and encouraging me to make something of myself. Thank you so very much. Sandy, 17
Dear Mother, Sincerely, Your daughter Sandy LaKenya, 15 If I could tell my Aunt Joyce something that I could never tell her, I would say thank you for taking me in at the age of 10. When my grandmother died, you took me in. You didn't have to do it, but you did. If I wasn't with you, I'd probably be on the street all the time and ditching when I am in school. I would probably be getting bad grades and who knows what. I am so happy you are there for me, and thank you for being there. I love you with all my heart. I wouldn't know what I would do without you, and once again, I am very thankful that God put us together for you to take care of me. Thank you and I love you.
Kaya, 15 The person I would write to is my daddy. I would tell him I love him a lot, that I am sorry if I didn't meet all his expectations, and that I wish he was here to let me know how proud or disappointed he is of me. But I know my dad is proud of me but I would also like to tell him thank you for spending time and being with us before he died, and that my mom would want to thank him too for being there when he did for my brothers.
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Family Matters
are? I thought you were our mother, I thought you loved us. But telling us we are not good enough, that we weren't like the others, that we will tell you lies when you know they are the ones telling you the lies. Why would you threaten us? Why would you say you will leave? Why would you threaten us leaving us with nothing? Why would you always blame us? Why? You call this love? Is this love for you Mom? I know our father died right in front of all of our eyes. But the way you treat us by neglecting our thoughts, our words and emotions. We feel like you are not our mother no moreÑrather someone we don't even want to know. Whoever you are, please give me back my mother. Yes, my mother, the one who cared for us, the one whose warm hands would comfort us, the one who does not yell much, the one we miss so much. Please, just give her back to us. Give her back. 
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