A Letter to My Father and Mother From a 12 Year Old Girl

I prefer Nicky because that's what my family and close friends call me and I think of grandma Vi and yourself as family.

When that dog came today up to the house when we returned it Vanessa went to cross over the bridge over the ditch to your back yard. The bridge that we crossed thousands of times, back and forth. Its a shame to see the bridge now with weeds and plants nearly covering it, but it reminds me of the memories and fun we had with grandma Vi and you.

My mom told me Grandma Vi isn't well and it really saddens me. If my mom never told me she was ill I never would of guessed it, she always seems to be the same joyful, caring person she was the day we met her.

As I sit here my last night here until 1 whole year. I think its to short to stay for 10 days. I have a life back in ontario that I can't forget about but I would just love to stay a bit longer.

Ill have to get back to you later about the tar cleaner. My grandma and Ann Marie are still out and about.

Your friend,

Nicky

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