A mother enters her daughter's bedroom and sees a letter over the
bed. With the worst premonition, she reads it, with trembling hands:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm telling you that eloped with my new boyfriend.
I found real passion and he is so nice, with all his piercings and
tattoos and his big motorcycle.
But it's not only that mom, I'm pregnant and Ahmed said that we
will be very happy in his trailer in the woods. He wants to have many more
children with me and that's one of my dreams.
I've learned that marihuana doesn't hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and his friends,
who are providing us with all the cocaine and ecstasies we may want.
In the meantime, we'll pray for the science to find the AIDS cure,
for Ahmed to get better, he deserves it.
Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care
of myself. Some day I'll visit for you to know your grandchildren.
PS: Mom, it's not true. I'm at the neighbor's house. I just wanted
to show you that there are worst things in life than the school's report
card that's in my desk's drawer...I love you!