I'm really sorry I hid under the bed when you wanted to say good bye. See, it just hurts too much when you leave me. I love you so much and it kills me when you leave for work and I am left alone. The hours we are apart just drag on and on. I spend the time crying and sleeping, crying and looking out the window, and just crying.
Can you ask your boss if I could come to work with you? I'll be really, really good. I promise. I will just hide underneath your desk. No one even has to know.
I love you so much, Mom. See what you can do.
Love,
Sadie Sembrot
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