Dear my lovely nephew’s journal,

Oh I don’t know how to say it but I should of just kept you safe with me. You didn’t deserve to die my little young one. You had so much to live for, I remember how much you wanted to grow up and be a teacher. You were the smartest kid in school. You had the same brain as your mom. It brings a smile on my face to remember all those moments you were with me. Taking care of you since you were little was just a pleasure. I hate to be conceited, but I think you’re a type of kid anybody would wish to be. I just can’t believe reading your journal that those stinking kids called you piggy. Nobody should be calling you names. You never disrespected people or put their self=esteem down. I just don’t understand why they would do that to you. But where did those good old fashion on values go? Don’t they remember the golden rule: One should treat others as one would like others to treat oneself. Now I am just going to live alone, and just to think that you were all I had to live for. I know you would of want me to be happy, but I just want to cry. You are probably in a better place right now, and I know you would be treated fair. Take care my love. I’ll see you soon.

Love your, Auntie.