Dear Christobelle
I miss you very much, and you know that my parents won’t let me visit you, because you live so far away. My parents are unfair like hell. I’ve got at boyfriend called Damen, and he is the sweetest boy you could ever imagine. But my parents don’t like him, because his parents are rich and very sophisticated. But he is not sophisticated like them, and his parents are actually very nice. But my parents don’t care. And that’s not the worst part of it. My father knows all my friends, and because he is a school bus driver, he talks to them and make fun of them. And I just think ‘oh my god’ because parents really don’t do that. But mine does. And if I’m in malls with my mother, and I meet a friend, we start to talk. And we were going to McDonalds, and my mother says that we are not going there. And I say to her “You are really boring” and she yelled at me right in front of my friends. It was so embarrassing, and she didn’t say sorry, after we were left. But there are good things about them actually. My father gives me almost everything I want. Candy and clothes. Everything. And I get permission to so much. But not parties with alcohol. Those parties they holding for young people under eighteen, without alcohol, I can go to. And free, because my father stands like doorman to them. I get free candy and soda, because he works there. It’s very cool. And my mother almost doesn’t say anything, if I don’t do what she says. A little bit yelling. But every parent yells sometimes. She’s okay. I think that a good parent would be someone you can tell anything to. And taking care of me, makes me feel save. And let me do some stuff. But my parents are perfect just the way they are. And I love them. I was on a holiday with my mother, sister, brother and theirs boyfriend and girlfriend. It was nice to be with them and just have fun. That thing when you’re free and can be yourself with your family, I love it. They accept you for the one you are. It’s nice. I do remember one time, when my father and I, were on a trip with a whole bus full of young peoples to Heidepark. It was a long trip, but nice. I have to go help my mother.
See you soon Christo.
Love Julie.