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Stiles Stilinski
February 20th
Dear Mommy,
It's Genim, if you didn't recognize the name on the top of the paper. Mrs. Donner made me write you a letter. I like to be called Stiles now. No one else can say my name right. Not even daddy. Daddy misses you. A lot. He sometimes cries and drinks nasty sour smelling stuff. It makes him act funny, he hugs me a lot and says I have your eyes, but I can't have them, they're in a box with the rest of you. I miss you too mommy. I wish you were here. I wish you didn't have to go away. Scott's daddy went away too. Oh yeah, Scott's a boy in my class. He only has his mommy, just like I only have daddy. We play cops and robbers together at recess. Scott likes to be the robber, he says he likes to run more than he likes to chase. I like being the cop, like daddy. We decided that we're going to be best friends forever, because he shared his ice cream with me, and it was Reeses ice cream so it was the best ice cream ever, and I wish you could've tried it because it was awesome, and Scott even told me that he has more and he'll bring me some on my birthday. I'll be 8 on my birthday. Daddy said he would bake me a cake, but it wont be as good as yours, and daddy told me he's going to try to make it good but I already know it wont because you didn't make it because your gone. I have to go now, it's almost lunch time. I love you mommy.
Love Stiles