Please stop reading more teenage vampire novels (a novel? Really? Hardly worthy of word.) I’d like to go to the park, play blocks, or eat bits of food I find on the floor. Ok, Ok. I could do that last one all by myself, but it’s more fun when you chase after me yelling
obscenities no, no, no.
Your Ignored Child
P.S. Father, where are you? I’ve barely seen you all week, and even then you were passed out on the couch. You haven’t taken me on a walk at all.
P.P.S. Grandma? Are you reading this? Do you still care? Can you take me to the park? Can we stop at City Hall on the way so I can file a formal complaint with Child Protective Services?