Jack Bristow
452 Cherry Lane Los Angeles CA
9/30/07
Dear Daddy,
Okay, this is getting past ridiculous. I've sent you four letters and you haven't responded to a single one of them. It doesn't worry me so much, I just hope that you're reading them. You have to talk to me eventually, I'm not going to go away just because you want me to. I don't even know if that's what you want. I'm so confused.
Today Dr. Lane told me that he wants me to go on some kind of medication. I don't even know what it's for. He just said that it would help me through some of the things that I tell him about. Half the time I don't even remember what I've told him. Maybe I'm suffering from memory loss. Wouldn't that be horrible? Anyway, there these little green pills and Jerry makes sure I take them everyday I don't know what the problem is but he's very persistant and he stays until I've taken it and then watches me to make sure I don't spit it out or something. It's a good thing to know that there's some one out there taking care of me.
David was sick last week. He had a vomiting bug or something. I couldn't believe it. The mess one child can make when with a bug is really disgusting. I had to spend the whole week cleaning and disinfecting everything in the house. He's feeling better now, he was talking to his buddy on the phone and kept gloating about his week off. The innocence of a child. He a remarkable little boy and I love him with all my heart.
So what is it that you've been doing. I hope you're taking care of yourself. I do worry about you dad. I can't be there and I want so much to be. I guess that I'm needed here. Have you had a chance to contact Francie? I know I ask about her a lot but I need to see her. Something in me will never be at rest until I see her again.
I'm thinking about one day just coming to LA without Jerry or anybody knowing. He looks at me strangely every time I mention you, like her knows something I don't. Dad, does Jerry know something that you won't tell me? Please, I can't make it better if I don't know what it is that I've done. I've apoligized for everything that I can think of that I ever did wrong. No that's it all of my letters take a turn like this. I'm not going to fight with you or beg for you're forgiveness anymore in letters. If you've got a problem, you tell me and I'll fly my pregnant butt to LA and we'll discuss it.
I better go before I write and send something else that I don't want to. Please, just write or contact me. That's all I ask. One letter or phone call to let me know that everything is okay won't kill you. Please.
Love always
Sydney.
*A/N: To the family and friends of the people killed in the Stanthorpe bush fires. Praying that you can find the strength to rebuild your lives as you will your houses.*
452 Cherry Lane Los Angeles CA
9/30/07
Dear Daddy,
Okay, this is getting past ridiculous. I've sent you four letters and you haven't responded to a single one of them. It doesn't worry me so much, I just hope that you're reading them. You have to talk to me eventually, I'm not going to go away just because you want me to. I don't even know if that's what you want. I'm so confused.
Today Dr. Lane told me that he wants me to go on some kind of medication. I don't even know what it's for. He just said that it would help me through some of the things that I tell him about. Half the time I don't even remember what I've told him. Maybe I'm suffering from memory loss. Wouldn't that be horrible? Anyway, there these little green pills and Jerry makes sure I take them everyday I don't know what the problem is but he's very persistant and he stays until I've taken it and then watches me to make sure I don't spit it out or something. It's a good thing to know that there's some one out there taking care of me.
David was sick last week. He had a vomiting bug or something. I couldn't believe it. The mess one child can make when with a bug is really disgusting. I had to spend the whole week cleaning and disinfecting everything in the house. He's feeling better now, he was talking to his buddy on the phone and kept gloating about his week off. The innocence of a child. He a remarkable little boy and I love him with all my heart.
So what is it that you've been doing. I hope you're taking care of yourself. I do worry about you dad. I can't be there and I want so much to be. I guess that I'm needed here. Have you had a chance to contact Francie? I know I ask about her a lot but I need to see her. Something in me will never be at rest until I see her again.
I'm thinking about one day just coming to LA without Jerry or anybody knowing. He looks at me strangely every time I mention you, like her knows something I don't. Dad, does Jerry know something that you won't tell me? Please, I can't make it better if I don't know what it is that I've done. I've apoligized for everything that I can think of that I ever did wrong. No that's it all of my letters take a turn like this. I'm not going to fight with you or beg for you're forgiveness anymore in letters. If you've got a problem, you tell me and I'll fly my pregnant butt to LA and we'll discuss it.
I better go before I write and send something else that I don't want to. Please, just write or contact me. That's all I ask. One letter or phone call to let me know that everything is okay won't kill you. Please.
Love always
Sydney.
*A/N: To the family and friends of the people killed in the Stanthorpe bush fires. Praying that you can find the strength to rebuild your lives as you will your houses.*