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Dear Parents,
You're the ones who raised us.
Dear Essay,
Dishonor on your whole family, Dishonor on you, Dishonor on your cow!
Dear people at school,
Please stop saying my sprained ankle is fake. I just proved to my whole German class that it's real. The look on their faces when they saw how swolen and bruised my foot/ankle was, they weren't saying that I was faking anymore..
Dear parents,
Please stop telling everyone how well my siblings are doing in school and how disappointed you are in me when their grades are lower than mine.
Dear children with disabilities,
Please know you are beautiful. Yes, it's true. When your disability is visible the world judges you. Many people treat you differently. But know that where you go, no mocking voice of the world can follow. Your soul becomes platinum and you gain vision that many will never gain, blind to the superficial elements that others see. You learn empathy to help and love others without bound. You laugh at the petty arrows foes shoot at you. You become independent, and learn to love yourself as you are. You soul becomes strong, and you find true people rather than the petty want-to-bes, these real people become your friends. You understand why the weak feel the need to mock you. Want to date? You can! Understand you are powerful, and never question that. Goodness will find you never loose hope.
Dear editor of the school newspaper,
Nelson Mandela was not "African-American." He didn't even like America.
Dear toothpaste companies,
Why aren't any of the actors in your commercials using actual toothpaste?
Dear friend,
You are extremely special. It emanates from you all of the time. Why can't you see it in yourself?
Dear man with a flower in his hair who passed me on the sidewalk 8 years ago,
Please never change. I admit, I wrongly judged you when I saw you coming, and even laughed. But when you passed me, you said, "Have a nice day." You were completely genuine- to me, a stranger! I was so moved. You brought tears to my eyes and my outlook has changed since then. I don't think I'll ever forget you, and I wish I could see you again so I could thank you.
Dear English teacher,
Please don't explain how to write a short creative story after the exam rather than before it.
Dear gymnast,
I know what you mean. I've given up on trying to convince people that what I do is a sport. People don't understand unless they do it for themselves.
Dear other countries,
Please stop thinking that I ride a kangaroo to school.
Dear guy I met on the internet,
Please don't be a creeper. But even if you are, at least it was fun talking to you.
Dear coworker,
Suprise! You have to do work while at work. Who knew?
Dear school,
You had us take a survey in which we had say our ethnicity. Apparently, I wasn't Indian, because you meant Native American, or Asian, because you meant oriental.
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