Dear Saya,
I am nothing like my dad. I don't think I am as good as daddy either. I keep failing. Mother's right. I'm a disgrace to my dad's name. Daddy tries to console me, when mother starts, I know he's just saying those things because he's my father, he's wrong. My teachers say that I'm really smart, but my results say otherwise. I know I should try harder, but I can't make myself. I don't like school, I don't like the house. I would rather join dad and daddy where they are. When I grow up, I'll start a dairy farm like dad, then I'll expand from there. Daddy says I can sing well, but I don't want to be in front of the camera, I'll have more power if I'm behind it. I'll make a boarding school, where children would love to go to. Where children can find comfort far away from adults. There will be basketball courts, tennis courts, orchestra clubs, fencing clubs. Painting clubs and many more. A school where kids learn instead of just studying. I still haven't decided which country I want to build it though. Then when I am old, I will retire to the eastern countryside. I imagine it's nice and calm. Thinking about that gives me strength.
Yours truly.