To whom it may concern,
Thank you so much for pushing my daughter down that flight of stairs at school. You really deserve a pat on your pinafore covered back for what you've done. What did you hope to accomplish? Was it glory? Was it fame? What was it then? The one thing you did accomplish was landing my daughter into Ward C at Bellevue Hospital, you cruel child. She had such fun over the holiday, realizing that her best friend is also her twin, and now they can't see each other because of you. We used to look forward to the weekend, that's when we have "family time", where we would do things as a single family. Now, because of you and your grubby little hands, she can't experience this, and it has taken an emotional toll on both her sisters, one of whom hasn't spoken in three days. I hope you're happy, probably because you think you'll get away with it, since your father is the district attorney for the city. I will tell you this however; you will not get away with anything, because he is a friend of ours.
The one thing that I hope you will do is apologize for what you've done. I want this apology written five times, or one for each member of this family whose time you've taken. You also better pray to god that she leaves the hospital rather quickly, but both of us know that that will never happen; all but three of her ribs are broken. She should be dead, but then again, divine intervention is a strange thing. Does this keep you up at night? Do you feel guilty? What you did to her, I will never forgive you for doing it. I know your mother would punish you harshly if she found out that it was you, and your father? What would your father say? Come clean about this please, it will be less of a problem for you, and my darling daughter, whom I love very much and wish to see her get into the eighth grade as a very healthy young lady.
Sincerely,
Anonymous