I bet you don’t get many letters from teenagers. Actually, I feel a bit silly writing this. If my mates find out about it they’ll tease me rotten. I mean, writing to someone who doesn’t exist? But I see it like this. At church, I like pray to a god I’ve never seen. If he’s real then why not you?
I need a favour. Daddy’s away. Not ordinary away, he’s a soldier in Afghanistan. I miss him sooooo much. It’s like so unfair he’ll be there at Christmas. He said don’t worry, they’ll have turkey and stuff and they decorate their cafe. So I thought it would be wicked if you could give him a present instead of me. It’s very cold there so a woolly hat would be nice.
Please say you will.
I’m sorry about that smudge. I try not to cry when I think about Daddy, but a tear just dripped on the paper and it made a mess where I tried to wipe it. I should start again, but if I don’t send you this, I’ll think the whole thing’s stupid and I won’t write another one. I’m going to post it now. I don’t think I need a stamp.
Happy Christmas Susan, and thanks so much for hosting Sunday Photo Fiction. and providing this week’s picture.