RAYA
Sep. 13
Daddy,
Cassidy is still mad at you, though I’m sure that doesn’t come as much of a surprise. I’ve told her to write, but it is Cassidy, and she’s not listening to me. Nevertheless, she’s doing well, even if she is being a brat. She’s not getting into trouble anymore, which is something at least. Mother’s doing better, she’s calmed down and is starting to realize that Cassidy and I need her; that Grandma alone cannot raise us. She got a job, finally. It isn’t much, but now Grandma doesn’t have to worry about everything. I’m doing just fine. I’ve gotten into painting, surprisingly. Sean must have mentioned something about my drawings to Izabella Andrews, because she came and spoke to me about her teaching me art. I know you
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People here miss you, me included. Mother asks after you, but even I can’t tell her anything. Talk to us. I beg of you. Love always, Raya.
PS: You know my art? Sean talked to Izabella and she’s teaching me as well. It’s strange, this switch in medium, from pencil to paint. I like it though.
Sep. 20
Daddy,
I don’t know if Mother has told you, but Izabella wishes to send you some of my art. I would appreciate it if you let her. I haven’t told her your address yet, so I am waiting to hear back from you. Love always, Raya
Emma,
I realize that this may be an intrusion into your personal life, as I am not your daughter, but I was wondering if you would convince my father to let Izabella Andrews send him some of my artwork. Izabella is my teacher, and my and Amarie’s friend Sean’s as well. She is really quite exceptional. She teaches me painting, and Sean piano. There are other students as well, Michael, who is into photography, and Guinevere, her niece, who works in ceramics. My friend Amelia does whatever suits her mood that day. Izabella knows all of it and teaches us, all for free. I’m sorry, this is a strange request, but please, get back to me as soon as possible. I think he would like some of work. Thank you, Raya
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