Sorry to bother you, but I need some of your personal information for the adoption papers. You see, I cannot officially take these children home until I prove that you indeed exist. While I’m certainly convinced that you’re (cue Fievel music) somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight, these orphanages have their technicalities.
You should also know that the kids keep asking about you. I’ve tried to indulge them: Oh dears, he’s in the middle of working on the nursery for you…Daddy couldn’t make it because he’s got the Olympic Trials this week…Today he’s, umm, slaying dragons? However, after 2 years of hearing this, I think they’ve become a bit wary of my excuses. They seem to have their mother’s cynicism already.
Don’t worry about me (sigh). I would be quite content to continue sitting here, gazing out the window, waiting for you to come galloping up on your white horse. Yes, my solo status fits me a little better each day, as does my affinity for cats. Oh, but the children! Think of the children! Brought in from the streets, sleeping on soiled sheets! No one to wipe their snotty nosies or tickle their tiny toesies!
How could you delay another minute when you see a face like this?
So hurry up, will you!
Do it for the kids,
Amber
3 Comments
April 20, 2008 at 2:45 pm
A short poem to my Sister,
Your letters make me laugh, they even make me cry
Your sarcastic sense of humor makes me want to eat french fries
I thought of a new letter, something new to write about
Tell the world about your brothers frightful fear of getting gout
You could write about my good looks or how I dress so nice
But you’re probably better off writing about Africa … or the price of rice
Doing it for the kids,
Your Bro
April 21, 2008 at 12:52 am
Why am I just now discovering this blog? I should’ve asked more questions when you requested that old AF logo…
April 28, 2008 at 1:46 am
Do they ask about their grandma??? I’m here…..I’m ready….