Good morning beautiful Topsy. That blasted frighteningly, door-slamming, temper-tantrumming, spoilt, selfish, bucktoothed odd thing that has always caused as much trouble as it possibly could, has been starting on our poor Mum just after it gets to see her. Of course, that is after it has milked as much sympathy from all the gullible people there, I just cannot believe what they say to me little girl. My little sister was talking to my poor Mum the other day, when a nosey nurse came barging in. She wanted to know who my Mum was talking to, and my Mum told her, "oh, the one that does not visit" she said, I went potty, and told her that thing does not let her leave the house, and then told her what that evil old ogre did to my poor Mum and little sister. The nosey old cow then made me even angrier by saying, "ohh, poor thingy," she said its name, but I do not want to waste any time typing it out, besides, my pad might self-destruct. I had not even mentioned the selfish odd thing. I had to put the nosey old cow straight again, and tell her that the evil old ogre never laid a finger on that thing, and that he just hated my sister and me. He went to hit it once, but my grandmother told him that if he did it again, she would knock him through the wall… it was okay for him to beat me seven different colours every day when he came home from work though. I got a good soaking yesterday, and the day before little girl, I had to see my poor Mum yesterday. Since I was ill with exhaustion and dehydration, I have not been there at weekends for almost two months, but the three and a half hour walk there took a lot out of me, especially as I had to leave as soon as I got there. I left the building just as it started raining, and when I got back, my poor Mum had a go at me, as that thing needed more money. It refuses to ask my little sister politely for money, and just bellows "I NEED MONEY," and is sworn at badly, I would do the same, anyone would. When I was ill with that awful stomach-ache, and could not go out, all I had in my wallet was £10. I showed it, as it did not believe me, and it just snatched that out of my hand… the same as that evil old ogre used to do. I am so tired, I do not even know if I got a good lay-in this morning little girl, I was awake almost half an hour before I used to get up at. I cannot think of what else to tell you little girl, except that thing left this morning without having a good shovelling, and I swear I smelt its breakfasts being cooked. I love you so much TopTops, and I miss you, I love you and I miss you so much, you beautiful, brave, beloved little girl. XxX