A letter from Jan 24, 2023

Dear FutureMe, There's nothing special about today. It's 4:47am on a random Tuesday. I thought now would be a good time to write a letter. I just finished my assignment, and I think I did a good job. It was about Christopher Alder, who tragically died from neglect and negative stereotypes. Hopefully, by the time I write this in three years, you will have graduated and applied for the detective program. It is nearly impossible for me to wish for anything more than the career I desire. Truthfully, I think I deserve all my dreams to come true. I'm getting better at driving. Everyone thinks it's a bad idea to buy an expensive car for my first car, but I'm overly excited. Although it's not too expensive, I wonder whether I'll buy it. The business is doing well, but I'm looking for another part-time job. You might remember this, but I've been offered a job. Anxiety definitely took over, but I don't regret it, it just wasn't right for me. I'm looking for part time work so I can become more social. Being home all the time makes me lonely. I talked to him on my birthday, it was a really nice conversation, he seemed genuinely happy for me. The last time we spoke, I was on my ***** bed, so something about it makes me feel better. Mum and dad are doing fine, as are Natalie and Michael. Arlos is still the best boy ever & Spyro is doing well too. Still missing grandma and grandad everyday. Well, as I said, I hope all your dreams will come true by now. Sophie