Actually, there is someone Fiorella hates, and he's dead--Ronald Reagan.
Fio started out liking Ronnie because he seemed to be, well, a likable kind of guy, so when Son, a devotee of TV news, asked her to mail a letter to him (Son was against something or other), she thought it would be a good civics lesson. To play it safe, she added the information to the bottom of the crayoned letter that Son was seven years old.
Fio, being naive, assumed all letters to the President were answered in some way or another, if just by a mimeographed "thank you for writing" so she watched out the window with interest as day after day, Son ran out to the mailbox for Reagan's reply.
But it never came.
And Fiorella's heart broke for Son's loss of innocence and her own..
Monday, December 12, 2016
Politicians Don't give a Damn about Real People
Labels:
anger,
child,
cynicism,
disappointment,
expectation,
letter,
politics,
President,
Reagan
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Opening line had me snorting hot tea out my nose Fio!
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