A letter from May 3rd, 2021 to Hannu

Dear FutureMe, Hey darling, I hope your life isn't utter hell right now. If you would like me to give you a recap I will grudgingly. We're in an ugly pandemic right now. I've gotten the corona virus and was sent away to this hotel. It wasn't that bad. I wish we stayed there. After we came back I locked myself in the room. Auntie was the Health Minister's assistant or advisor or some other crap. Three uncles. Only one of them has not been in a divorce. Dhonbe has been in 5 divorces the last I checked. Ross 2.0 be like. He just got a divorce today. It was a really good girl too. When you're a muslim, you're not allowed to get tattoos or drink. But he's got two tattoos and keeps on drinking. I've got suspicions that he also does drugs. I hate him with all my heart. I can't bear him. All of them treats Dhonthi well and I feel like I'm the black sheep of the family. And if I have a boyfriend, make sure to hide the hunk from the gang. I'm in love with this guy at the moment. His name is Azaan. I rarely see him outside of school and since the pandemic, I haven't seen him for a year. I love everything about him. His glasses, the teasing, how he makes me laugh without even trying. I remember there was this one time it was World Violence Day or something. The boys line was in the back and the girls in front. Our teacher was too busy listening to the speech to give a cranberry about us. I said that this day was named after you and he smirked. The bad thing was, he liked my best friend. I was the one who told him that she liked him, praying that he didn't like her back. She had really high standards. So, while I was secretly crushing on him, I set up my friends to think that the guy I actually liked was the popular guy in the grade. Who later turned out to be my other best friend's boyfriend. In other words, life sucks. But as Chris Colfer once wrote, "Books always gets better."