My father seems like a great man however i ran away to be free and followed my dreams. My father whom i have only known for mere days somehow expects me to live with him and a strange man who smells like dirt. My mother treated me so well and took me shopping to buy nice clothes but my father finds rags draped over trees and makes me wear them as clothes. We barely eat and when we do it is small bowls of bland rice without any seasoning or salt. I could not stand the life which my father provided so at age 11 i ran into town to get a bite to eat and just fell in love with the town. If any of you have a nice house or barn which i could stay in that would be great since i have absolutely no money left.
Sincerely,
Young Siddy
1 comment:
I'm sorry I died and that your father won't buy you clothes..
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