Dear Mr. President,

Dear Rae,

I guess that’s what makes us different, huh?

I stay for my little brother and sisters. They make staying worth it all and more. Plus, I don’t know what they would do if I left. I mean, you read how Brea reacted. I don’t even know how irrationally the others would react. You have a sister named Isabelle, don’t you? Think about what she’d do if you just up and left when you turn 18. Or what you would do if you could never see her again after your 18th birthday. Because that’s what it would be like if I left. I’d never be allowed back and there’s no way I’d be able to see any of those kids again.

Thoughts like that kill me more than anything else that I have to put up with. Those kids are the best thing that I’ve ever had in my life. I wouldn’t let them go if my life depended on it.

And seriously, the more of your letters I read, the crazier I think you are.

Me, a good writer? That’s probably the biggest load of shit I’ve heard in a long time. I mean, sure I’ve always gotten good marks on writing assignments and such, but that’s different. That’s easy. Being a good writer would be a lot harder than that.

And what in the hell do you mean I should do something with it?

You have got to be crazy, dude. That’s the only explanation…

-Dante