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just2hands) wrote2009-10-22 08:53 am
just2hands) wrote2009-10-22 08:53 am
Presents from far away
Diary, 10/22/09
There was a package on the floor in front of my door when I came home this morning. It had a bunch of different postage stamps on it, but one address stood out. The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. It had come, through several locations; from the school. No one was around, I don't know who dropped it off, either Logan, or Han... but it was from Dr McCoy, school books or CD's for studying, I was certain.
And then I opened it. And I'm still crying.
I don't know how they did it; they know what the danger is now, they were told. They know how I can't contact them and that the Government is after me; yet still my parents, my family found a way to get me birthday presents. I'd, *scratched out* I'd forgotten that it was my birthday last month, I was so busy and I saw it on the calendar, and without them I just - I just didn't bother.
According to the letter that Dr McCoy supplied, apparently my folks drove to *left blank* from MA, on the pretext of a family outing and contacted him there. I got a birthday card from my Mom and Dad, with cash because they say 'They know how little I eat when I'm studying. I got letters from my brothers, and copies of their report cards *scratched out, tear-stained* And pictures of th*tear stained* and this new sweater for winter, and a pair of really soft pink cashmere gloves and *tear stained* and I... *illegible*
... Ok I'm better now. I've picked up all the wrapping paper, and the pieces of tape, and I worked on my paper for Microbiology and I'm better now.
According to Dr. McCoy's letter, and these pictures they all look very well; really good actually. And there is a possibility that some time in the future - next year, after I graduate in June perhaps? That we can arrange a visit or something. They know that I'm safe, and he said that if I wrote him, he would send the letter on to them so long as they promised to read it and then destroy it. But no photos. They can't know me, they can't have an updated picture of me. For their protection and m*tear stained*
I can feel them. I can feel the cord of our lives attached together, stretched out over thousands of miles but when I close my eyes I know I can follow it straight to them. Their cords are strong, and I never, ever want to let them go.
Thank you Mom, Dad, Derek and Lucian. Thank you and I love you and... and stay safe. I love you.
There was a package on the floor in front of my door when I came home this morning. It had a bunch of different postage stamps on it, but one address stood out. The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. It had come, through several locations; from the school. No one was around, I don't know who dropped it off, either Logan, or Han... but it was from Dr McCoy, school books or CD's for studying, I was certain.
And then I opened it. And I'm still crying.
I don't know how they did it; they know what the danger is now, they were told. They know how I can't contact them and that the Government is after me; yet still my parents, my family found a way to get me birthday presents. I'd, *scratched out* I'd forgotten that it was my birthday last month, I was so busy and I saw it on the calendar, and without them I just - I just didn't bother.
According to the letter that Dr McCoy supplied, apparently my folks drove to *left blank* from MA, on the pretext of a family outing and contacted him there. I got a birthday card from my Mom and Dad, with cash because they say 'They know how little I eat when I'm studying. I got letters from my brothers, and copies of their report cards *scratched out, tear-stained* And pictures of th*tear stained* and this new sweater for winter, and a pair of really soft pink cashmere gloves and *tear stained* and I... *illegible*
... Ok I'm better now. I've picked up all the wrapping paper, and the pieces of tape, and I worked on my paper for Microbiology and I'm better now.
According to Dr. McCoy's letter, and these pictures they all look very well; really good actually. And there is a possibility that some time in the future - next year, after I graduate in June perhaps? That we can arrange a visit or something. They know that I'm safe, and he said that if I wrote him, he would send the letter on to them so long as they promised to read it and then destroy it. But no photos. They can't know me, they can't have an updated picture of me. For their protection and m*tear stained*
I can feel them. I can feel the cord of our lives attached together, stretched out over thousands of miles but when I close my eyes I know I can follow it straight to them. Their cords are strong, and I never, ever want to let them go.
Thank you Mom, Dad, Derek and Lucian. Thank you and I love you and... and stay safe. I love you.