Dear Parents,

You raised me, fed me, gave me shelter. But I’ve always felt that you have lacked giving me one thing.

It always seems like your jobs come first, and I hate it. I wish you would ask me about my problems. I wish that you cared more. I love you guys so much, and I wish that we could just get along.

But life gets tough sometimes and I hope that some day I will live up to your expectations of being your perfect child. I hope that we can work this out.

Lots and lots of love,

Amy, age 14