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A Letter To Someone Page 2

Carolina, 17
My dad is always the one who is there for me at any time. He is always pushing me to keep going. He is the best example for me. When I feel depressed sometimes or feel like I can't continue, I look at him. And what I see is a man who has been ÒluchandoÓ for us, so we can have everything. When my brothers and I were little, our mom decided not to live with us anymore, and she left the house. Since then, my dad started working hard and a few years later, he started going to the university. He made all that effort for us. He wanted us to have a good life.

I also see my dad as a hard worker, someone who always gets up in the morning to go to work, so we have something to eat. I see that no matter his age or how difficult life is, he always keeps going, even if sometimes he falls, he gets up and keeps on facing anything. He is a strong man, and I don't mean physically. I mean he doesn't give up. He is optimistic and always positive. I can say he is made of ÒhierroÓ.

If there is something I would tell him, it is that I love him so much, that he is like a role model for me. I miss him, I need him, and I wish he can be here, because he doesn't live with me now. Three years ago, I moved to the United States from Mexico. My mom told my dad that she wanted us to live with her. So since I left my country, I've been living with my mom and I haven't seen my dad. I am proud of him, and I thank God because he is my dad.

If there is something else I would tell him, I would ask why he does not talk about guys with me. I don't know what's wrong with that. He always saves that topic for later. He always says that my education is first and then maybe a chance for a boy. I feel sad because he doesn't think I have two eyes, I can see boys. I have a heart and feelings, and there is nothing wrong about having a boyfriend or dating someone. So it's pretty sad, and sometimes it gets me mad, cause I don't know why he can't agree with me on that. That's all I would like to tell him, so please dad, think about that. Love you.




To the one that changed my life,
Quenette, 15

I want you to know I truly love you. You mean so much to me. Every night, I pray to God that one day, he will open your ears. I wish you could hear me. Understand me. Express your feelings to me. You have taught me so much, not through words but through tears. Through your tears, I am able to understand the pain you feel. Through your hands, we are able to communicate. I know that sometimes I don't fully understand you, and for that I am so sorry. I know that you feel as if you are a burden, but sister, you're not. Your name proves you are very unique. You are so amazing, words cannot clearly explain. People may sometimes stare, but they are thinking about how beautiful you are, not at that Òthing in your earÓ. Do not be ashamed by the way you are. I love you for you. Love yourself. Stay strong. Believe. Most importantly, know that I love you and always will.


Jaleesa, 17
Dear Me,

I don't wanna be you.
I hate you.
You don't know what you've put me through.
I despise you.
I don't want you.
You destroyed yourself already.
You're such a stupid girl.
You run away instead of facing yourself,

            ÐSuch a weak girl.

You are not very beautiful, therefore you are.
You can do anything you want and you don't even know it.
Help yourself and discover more.
Take advantage of what you're given.
Hold on.

        - Just hold on.

I may be hard on you sometimes,
But know that I still love you.
Always, Jaleesa


Demond,
Age ?

I would tell my cousin Reggie how I miss him and would share old memories with him on the good times we had together as kids. He died last year March 9. He was hit by a car for something he didn't do.


Anna, 15

Dear Cat,

When I first met you
I didn't know what to say.
But the more we talked,
The more I wanted to give away.
Now when I think of you
And how you changed my life
I can't imagine a day
without your wonderful heart.
You light up my day
As if you were the sun.
You are the sense of completion

When my difficult project is done.
You are my strength and wisdom,
The keeper of my heart.
I think of you all day
And dream of you all night.
Every time I cry,
I wish you were here
To dry all my tears.
You are always on my mind,
No matter the day or time.
The day seems so long,
When you are not near me.
But it seems so short
When you are with me.
You are a special gift

Sent from up above.
You are sent from heaven,
Like the angel you are.
Thank you for your smile,
And your love that fills my heart.
You always make it brighter
No matter how dark it may seem.
No matter how mean I get
I want you to know
How much I'll always love you.
You are my best friend,
My sister,
My angel from up above.

I love you so much
Like if you were my child.
So please stay strong for me
My guardian angel

I'll always be here for you.
No matter how bad it gets.

Love, Anna Belen Gil

Kiya, 15

2: Mrs. Beamon

I wish you were here. There's not a day when I don't think about you. Mrs. Beamon, you are my savior, my glory. You are like the mom I always wanted. Mrs. Beamon, I truly can't understand how I'm lasting without you. I wish you would have adopted me. Mrs. Beamon, I felt as if you treated me as your own. Mrs. Beamon, I want you to know that I love you from the bottom of my heart. Mrs. Beamon, I hope that you are okay wherever you are. I hope that God has blessed you in so many ways.

Marcus, 17

I would tell something to my father, Antonio Vega. He ran off before I could meet him, spend time, and have a father I could ask for help or just have the man who took part in the creation of Marcus Vega. Since my father and mother weren't married, that makes me a bastard. The first thing I would tell him after I hit him is thank you for having unprotected sex with my mom and having a child outside of marriage.




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