My name is __________ Castillo. I'm gonna pick myself some really nice parents someday which makes me a "wucky" kid. They won't be perfect by any means but they will shower me with "a lots" of love. (But, shhhh! Don't tell them yet, I want it to be a surprise!)
Not everyone around me will be able to say the same. These days, you have to make it past the body bag called a condom, a graveyard all scattered with "teleskin bones" called Plan B, a marathon of millions of synchronized swimmers, and finally the horror that is legalized modern-day slavery in a country that has the most blood on its hands, second to the Chinese. 15 million kids in the states that could've, would've ad should've been my friends no thanks to Woe V. Wade. Sheesh! If that's not a lot to endure as a little guy, or little gal. It's only then will I become a ticking time bomb with an expiration date the minute I take my first breath. What a life...But I can do it, my family is a fighter. I think that my daddy is a little misunderstood so I wrote you this letter about him. He works hard and sacrifices a lot for us and still they want to call him names and label him as a racist fear-mongerer but...
...they are what they accuse us of.
He's what a lot of people around us would call, well...an extremist. But he's like a good extremist doing battle with the bad extremists. I wish people would see his point of view from his eyes 'cuz he sees theirs. Sometimes the bad guys say he harbors hate but that can't be because he is all loving. He'll take us to church. We'll read the bible. He even reminds me a little bit about Jesus when he knew all along that Judas would betray him and still kept him by his side. He sees the good in people even if they have no good intentions. He's my daddy and me and my mommy love him. It disappointed him (which in turn disappointed me) when he heard Barack Obama say that we cling to our Gods and our guns when things get tough but...
...they do what they say we do.
The Happy Meal does exactly what it says it's gonna do, it makes kids happy. But not the kids in "Safracisco". They're all sad. My daddy said it's the left's fault because they say we as a nation should be monitoring our caloric intake but my mommy says, who's the government to tell us what to do? They work for us, we don't work for them. If somebody wants to play with my toys, sometimes I'll let 'em. Sometimes I don't want someone to play with my dollies because their heads'll break off but it's MY choice. Not my mommy or daddy and they're okay with it. It's the same idea. I make the call.
...I do what they say they do.
I like McDonalds sometimes. When I see a commercial with a toy I like, my daddy'll take me there with my mommy when I am good. I'll get to hold my toy but I won't get to play with it until I eat all my 'hamgurber'. It's fun. We'll have a good time. But I'm kind of sad for all the kids who don't get to do that anymore so it's something I won't take "for granite."
My daddy worries a lot. He's worried that if he has to go to the doctor to fix his "teleskin bones", it might cost us too much. What about me 'cuz I'll get sick a lot. Michelle Obama will tell our class that we need to eat more carrots and more celery. I'll raise my hand and tell her that my daddy said we'll hug more trees and be more vegan when her husband stops smoking in a Federal building. Mrs. Hershire will send me home and my daddy will pick me up! He's a audio engineer here in 'Ornando' now so we'll do fun stuff in Florida all the time whenever we want to so he'll take me to his school. I still wanna go to school when I'm all growed up like my daddy. He doesn't get sent home and everyone is so nice so...
...they are what he is.
Grandpa will tell me I should be proud of myself because he'll say I keep my daddy grounded. He'll say my daddy is more (em)"pathetic" to people's feelings even if we all disagree because views and morals (no matter how secular or morally corrupt they are), are sacred things. I already know what they're gonna say about this letter, about me, and mommy, and daddy. They're gonna ask why I wrote this letter and call it stupid but...
...they are what they say I am."
-Short story written by Junior Castillo inspired by his future family.