Stil - Being homeless

Hej

Jeg skal skrive en stil, som skal være et brev fra en hjemløs afr til hans børn.

Jeg har skrevet den, vil I rette den? :)

Her kommer den:

Dear Stephanie and Tommy

I know that this may be very shocking, suddenly getting a letter from your old daddy, but I want you to please read this letter before burning it, or whatever you are about to do with it. So… I’ve been searching for you all over town. In every little dark corner of New York City. In every dirty, shadowy backyard of Harlem. And now here we are. I got your address from the public service. It was old Stanley’s idea. I don’t know if you remember him, but once we slept in his tent. He’s really smart and has got some experience in life. I’ve got no idea how he ended up on the street. I hope that you are feeling well. It’s been so long time since I saw you last time. Every day I look at the pictures of you in my wallet, and keep imagining how you look now. Do you have kids? Any kind of job? No matter what, I’m proud of you two. Not just the fact that you ran away from me, but also that you have moved on to a life that hopefully can be better than anything I ever could give you. I can tell you about my life. Now, you might be thinking: what can this homeless man be doing, which is interesting? And guess what? You’re right! My life hasn’t got the slightest bit of excitement. Every day I just wake up to the smell of old socks and alcohol, and just listen to the moving cars on the bridge, which I mostly sleep under. When I feel like it, I’d go grab something to eat. If I’m lucky, I’ve got pennies enough for some Dunkin’ Donuts, otherwise I just find something edible in a bin. Occasionally I visit some of my homeless friends – they are very kind. They give me shelter in their tents and food. Advices are also to get from them – they know who you can be safe with, who are thieves and places to sleep. But what I like best is being alone. I visit your mother’s grave every day and pray for her when I get the chance. Her grave is very well-preserved, and if you ask me, it brightens up the whole graveyard. I’m sure she’s watching over us and protecting us from the sky. I have just started selling The Big Issue in the streets to earn some money. One day I might have saved enough for me to come and visit you. But with this progress, you might have to wait a long time. In the mean time I can go to sleep every night with a smile glued on my old face and look forward visiting you.

Love

Bill, your father