Dear Dad,

I know you probably are surprised to find this letter because I usually don't do stuff like this, but I wanted you to know something and thought this may be a good way to talk with you. I wanted to sit down and just talk with you but that is really hard for me because I am shy and a little embarrassed. I also am just not good at talking sometimes, so that is why I am writing you. I don't want to keep anything from you because you have always been such an awesome mom. I hope you can help me out like you have so many times before.

I am writing because I have been really sad lately. Really down and out. My classes are harder than ever and dad is probably going to freak out when he sees my report card this semester. I feel like I always let him down, especially because I get such lower scores in school than both sisters. I do try hard, it just doesn't come as easily to me. I also have been getting made fun of at school a lot. This kid, Chris, is always book-checking me and slamming me into lockers. It's getting old. I also asked this girl I liked to the dance and she turned me down. I just feel worthless…

I need help. I don't know what kind of help I need or what needs to happen, but I feel like my whole world is falling around me. I'm tired all the time, but I can't seem to sleep. I tried to talk to a couple of my friends about what was going on, and they were nice, but they didn't really understand. I even thought about going to the counselor at school, but she doesn't seem like she would care. I don't want things to keep going on like this, but I don't know what to do.

I know you can't solve all my problems and won't be able to fix all this stuff, but I wanted to let you know what was going on and see if you had any advice or anything that you could give me. One thing that I think would help also is if we could maybe go out to see Uncle John sometime because we always seem to have fun out there and we could maybe talk then.

Anyways, thanks mom and I hope you can either write me back or talk to me sometime. Writing may be better for me since I am not good at talking.

Your son, Zach

My family has a lot of people: grandparents, parents, young brother and I. I love all people but they are the most precious father.
My father is Trung, this year he is more than forty years old. Age is most evident on the father's hair. How many worries, struggling with time to make black hair day time point of silver. Years of hard work have made the announcement darken the skin for the sun. Everyone told me that for the first time will mistakenly published less than 40 because dad looked very tre. He is always about me. My dad's face though sunburn but still see the youthful. Eyes bright with dark eyebrows ram. Eyes often sparkled seemed resilient but very quiet when you have a nose am. He has a straight along coconut nurse. My father's mouth is fresh smile, good talking. He is very good.
At home, he is often plant tree. His trees grow as blowing. In the evening, he is often read newspapers. He always watch televison for an hour. Then, he guides us learning. He is always help neighbors. With colleagues, he is a good man. So, pepole always loved him.
We all loved him. Merit of dad is a Thai Son mountain. So, in each business, I wish he returns with family soon.