The Letter

Dear Mommy and Daddy,
I don’t know if you remember, but tomorrow is my birthday! I am going to be 9 years old. My new parents are nice and they explained to me why you couldn't take care of me anymore. I don’t fully understand it, but they said I will when I am older.
My new parents must really love kids because I have lots of brothers and sisters. Daddy always tells me that I am his favorite though. Sometimes, when I have been really good, he takes me to the city and lets me pick out a toy just for me. I really like that. He was going to take me to get a new doll for my birthday, but I asked if I could write you a letter instead. He told me that I could do whatever I wanted, so he is helping me write this.
My new mommy is nice too, she has been trying to teach me to dance! I know I’m not very good at it, but she always tells me that I do great no matter what. She even helps me braid my hair! She is very good at cooking too, but I don’t think anybody’s macaroni and cheese is as good as yours, mommy.
I hope some day I will see you again, but my new parents tell me that you don’t want to see me. If that is true, I am really sorry for anything I did to make you mad at me. I promise that I will listen and do what I am told, and I will always eat whatever is on my plate. I miss you both very much.
Love,
Annie

Mrs. Fields stopped at the mailbox after her evening walk. She flipped through the handful of mail on the way back to her house, looking for anything important; a letter with no return address caught her attention. Still walking up her driveway, she fumbled to open it while the rest of the mail was tucked under her arm. Upon reading the first sentence, she collapsed. It had been five years since the kidnapping.

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