God, I love getting acceptance letters in the mail... I am sure everyone reading can [hopefully] attest to this in the coming month. March is widely known in my area as being the deciding factor for hopeful high school students waiting to consider themselves "college bound".
I was putting away all the crap on top of the sofa-chair I have in my room. A striped white jacket, a health magazine, my sketchbook gloves etc. I uncovered a letter I had sealed up to Kit in the autumn days here at school. I opened it and read it again.
Dear Daddy,
You called yesterday, but you didn't even bother to speak to me. Do you know how much that hurts.
Dear Daddy,
