A letter from Nov 8th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, the year is 2021 and the date is 9/11/2021. I'm in History class, the first period of the day. We're having double periods as a result of a long lockdown and double periods being the alternative for more learning. In front of me is Sefita and Jojo, on my right is your friend Litea, and on my left is a cupboard. We have exams very soon, everyone in this class seems to be working extremely hard, I hope lol. Tilisa just walked in front me, nice. I really want to learn how to drive as well as getting my license... strictly for constricted reasons :). I want to become a doctor when i'm older, I hope I do become one. I used to want to be a lawyer but now I know the doctor path is more my calling... Although I do hateeeeee blood, I hope I can help to spread more Jesus. Made by him, for him. I have tried to stop believing in God, I've tried to believe in astrology and even astronomy. I've tried reading whatever Stephen Hawkings believed in, his book 'A brief history of time'. Maybe it was because I couldn't understand how the moon moved in eclipses or what an elongated eclipse is, but I still believe. Though there is no proof of a God, I know there is one. Without.a.doubt. Thank you God for another day of life, thank you for your guidance and love. Please be with me as I enter through exams. Amen. I also hope to buy a house for my parents and to make my dad proud before his time comes. Dad is very sick these days, a long life of labor resulting in wrinkled skin and sicknesses. Youth is an amazing thing. My dad's skin was once vibrant, and filled with youth, marching on the roads taking each day by the throat. Now, the coffee and honey colored skin has faded into an elderly faded and wrinkled, creased body. My mother on the other hand still glows with color, her youth has not left her although there are slight wrinkles around her eyes and mouth when she smiles and laughs. She has a rather beautiful smile. I would like to call her graceful except she is not. She is my crazy, diehard fan of grease, and devoted mother. Is this for me? Why am I writing something I already know to myself? Now I feel stupid.