En governors refleksion: Liv, politik og fortiden

Hello Sir:Thanks for your letter, I am glad to hear from you again, it’s been a long time since.

I am doing great, you probably have heard a lot of me in the media after I was elected as governor. After I left my mom, I joined the marines for a couple years, it was a great experience, and it changed the way I see the life today. I have been on missions, and seen how politics effects people’s lives dramatically in a negative way. Therefore, I decided to go back to college and continue where I left it. I got my diploma, I even received a prize for the essay you told me to write. That essay became a big point in my life, I would not have been where I am today if I did not put my thoughts, feelings and speculations about the society we live in on the paper as you told me to do. It was posted in the newspaper after I graduated college, it had a lot of attention, from a lot of people, they really liked it. I don’t think I would have gotten into politics without it. I only know one person who did not like it, my mom. I tried everything to make her proud, not even my essay was good enough. You probably still wondering why I left. I just had enough of her. We were just not enable to live together, she was constantly on my back. It may have been my fault, it all started to go wrong. I remember this one day, I was home alone with my friend [NAVN B]. [NAVN B] had a hail gun at his birthday and we went to my garden to fire it, we found our old cat, Trudy, dead in the garden. We started shooting, and Trudy was the target point. Even it was a kind cat I did not feel anything for it, I was dead. The cat became rather messed up, it was when I hit me, what would my mother think? I panicked. I think we throw Trudy into our neighbour, [NAVN A]. He saw me when we ran out of the garden, and I think he told my mother, because she has been different ever since, even we never talked out it. Since that day, I wanted her to be proud of me, so I lied out all kinds of things. When I got older, we could really use a car. I wanted to buy it, as a surprise to my mom, therefore I was looking for a job. Back then I seems impossible to get a job, I was searching in the papers, asking many people, but it seemed hopeless. One day, my mom asked why I did not get a job, I told her it was impossible and how much I had been searching. Shortly after my mom got me a job as stock boy at Hartley’s. It was hard work, and I didn’t feel it was worth it. I lied about my wages, my mom was for a short amount of time proud of me for a time. She may have found out shortly after I only had a quarter of the wage I told her, she freaked out. Therefore, I kept the truck I bought for myself at the start. One day she found a bloody T-shirt of mine, my friend Fred had cut himself by accident. She confronted me, I told her I just had nosebleed, because I was afraid she would refuse to let me go shooting in the hills with my friends. I never had nosebleed, and she knew that. Since then she constantly asked questions where I had been, what I had been doing. I could not even have privacy in my own room. It was at that time you told me to write an essay. I was so proud of it, I had good feedback from everyone, except my mom. I showed her it, I was very excited about what she might think. She did not finished reading it, and started to argue about me being a liar. I never forgive her for that, and I have not seen her since.Did she sell the house? I drove by the house I grow up in recently, she was defiantly not living there anymore, and the garden was a big mess, she spend all her time in that garden. I cannot believe she sold or rented the house, my dad spend all his time repairing it, before he died. I wanted see my old room, and get some of my old stuff. You can tell her, if she wants to see me, she needs to come to me