Dear MommyIm doing really good,I get all As in schoolAnd I dont cry at bedtime anymore,Though my new mom said I could.I remember how much you hate tears,You slapped them out of meTo make me strong,I think it worked.I learned to use a microscopeAnd my hair grew two inches.Its pretty, just like yours.Im not allowed to clean the house,Only my own room,Isnt that a funny rule?You say kids are so much troubleGetting born, they better pay it back.Im not supposed to take careOf the other kids, only me, I sort of like it.I still get the hole in my stomachWhen I do something wrong,I have a saying on my mirrorKids make mistakes, Its OK,I read it every day,Sometimes I even believe it.I wonder if you ever think of meOr if youre glad the troublemakers gone,I never want to see you again.I love you, Mommy.
