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Dear President Obama,
On Monday January 25th when I came home from school, my brother was upset about something. I asked him to tell me twice but he said and I quote: its not right for me to tell you”. After a couple minutes, my mother came out of her bed room from talking on the phone. She told me that some one had bought our house that day. When I heard the news I was just as upset as he was, I was heart broken even hearing that, it made me feel like I was being forced to leave behind my child hood and it was just terrible. I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach and knocked the wind out of me. Leaving my thirteen-year-old child hood behind even thinking about it makes me want to cry myself to sleep for every night that I don’t live in my own house. You know what’s worse, it happened right after my birthday and it made me feel that my thirteenth birthday was bad luck. I know that this is gonna sound funny but if I had five more years here, I already had my parking spot picked out and it was a good one too. That’s how much I love and have loved living here for the last thirteen years and leaving behind my child hood is like leaving behind my life here. I really hope that this letter gets to you. Can you stop Wells Fargo from taking anybody else’s home, I don’t want anyone else to feel like me.
sincerely, Miranda D, Portland Oregon.
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