Letter #15
Dear Mr Ruit
Let me start with a big, I’m sorry.
I know you tried hard to help me out but let’s be honest. I was a dying crow, like said crow I could feel the maggots eating at my flesh and everyday it felt more and more painful. So I decided to stop feeling the pain. I’d rather feel nothing instead.
I’m sorry about the way my parents acted when you suggested the medication. I guess you showed then huh? Too soon?
Anyway, enough of all that mushy stuff. You always were like a father to me.
Scratch that, you were only father I ever knew. Thank you.
Love Blu
