Hello world,

My name is Laura R. Salgado. I’m 21 years of age and I have 2 kids. Kids you say at my age? Well they are my siblings in fact, but I have been their mother for a long time. My oldest (still sounds weird) is Whitney 18 years old. She is leaving tomorrow to find her place in the world (aka college). The youngest is Gustavo, my baby brother, who is 10 years old. He is the cutest innocent most spoiled grown-up little boy you’ll ever have the honor of meeting.

Sometimes I wish I was more of their sister then mother but our mother seems to forget to take care of her children. Don’t get me wrong she does provide for us but it’s not the materials we need. She doesn’t seem to understand. Its always, “I never had anything of what I give you. So you should be glad at what I’m providing for you.” Or “My mom was never there for me. I don’t want to be like her.” Well mother you are like her and your getting becoming less and less the person we know and love.

The reason for this letter is because Whitney is leaving and I do not have the courage to tell her to her face that I love her and even though I seem like I can’t tolerate her, I am proud of her. I am sorry that our parents don’t tell you that often and I’m sorry I don’t tell you it as often as I would like but I hope that someday I will be able to tell you to your face.

I love the way Gustavo curls up next to you when he’s sleeping and the way he smiles while sleeping. I also love how Whitney always has random information and when she gives that smile when she’s trying to lie. I love my baby’s. Should they ever ask for the world? Well lets just say the world better be ready to be handed over to them.

Sincerely,
Laura Rose