I am sorry

Dear Mother:

As requested by my math teacher, Miss Pam, I am writing this confession letter for you to sign.

I am writing this letter to say I am sorry that I tried to forge your signature on a math exam that I got a C for. I was supposed to show you my mark on my test, and have you sign it to show to Miss Pam.

Well, I didn’t. I was ashamed that I didn't even get a B-. So I did not even let you know my mark, and I kept the test result for myself. To make Miss Pam think that you indeed see my mark, I tried to forge your signature, but I was unsuccessful. No matter how hard I try to make the signature look like yours, it didn’t. I just sucked, and I am sorry.

In order to solve this problem, I attempted the following approaches:

I requested some of my best friends to forge your signature for me, but none of them were willing to participate.

I made a hand wrestling challenge with one of my classmates, Peter, you know, the fat guy I played with in our back yard last month. I challenged him that, if he won, I would let him have my breakfast. But if I won, he would then have to sign on my test, the way exactly you would sign. And I ended up losing my sandwich to Peter, that you so carefully made for me. I felt so hungry all that morning, I deserved it, and I am sorry.

The final thing I tried, to bypass Miss Pam, was to steal your seal, and stamp it on my test.

Do you still remember the last weekend, that morning, when you asked me to go out to the local supermarket with you, to help you carry the groceries?

I said I was busy with my school work. I lied, and I am sorry. That morning, when you were out, I sneaked into your bedroom, and stole your seal, to stamp it on my math test.

Well, at least that was what I planned for, until I found your seal had been already broken. I then soon realized that, this was the very seal that I accidentally broke many years ago. I thought after all these years, the broken seal may have already been replaced with a new one, but I was wrong.

And about your broken seal that I tried to use, about 5 years ago, when I was playing in your bedroom, I accidentally found it in your drawer. There was one seal for you, and one seal for my father. They were both made of jade stones, beautiful and elegant. And I liked the sound when I clapped them into each other. So I kept clapping them together over and over, like an idiot, until I finally broke one of them into pieces, which happened to be yours.

I then carefully re-assembled the broken pieces together, in a way that you could not see any damages with your bare eyes. But should you ever lay a finger on it, it would then easily fall apart on its own.

Later on that night, through the walls, I heard you and my father had an argument about your broken seal. That was actually my fault, and I am sorry.

Back to my math test, I ended up stamping my test paper with your carefully re-assembled broken seal, but Miss Pam did not buy any of that at all, and I am sorry.

It was not that I did not want to use my father’s seal, but he was really the last person in the world that I wanted to deal with. I just could not put my hands onto his stuff, I just couldn't, so I ended up using yours, and I am sorry.

And that was basically the reason why Miss Pam had asked me to write you this confession letter and have you signed.

Another thing. Me and Miss Pam had a discussion on why my academic performances fell so sharp recently. And I had to confess that I did break one of your rules. Please, when you hear whatever that I am about to tell you, do not beat me up, I beg of you.

I did start talking to girls, which you forbid me from doing.

Me and my deskmate in class, Alice, were getting pretty close recently, we were passing notes to each other beneath the nose of Miss Pam, and Miss Pam wants you to be informed of this. I have spent most of my money made from cutting neighbor's lawns on bringing Alice to wonderlands and national parks.

The beautiful moose picture you just saw a few days ago, it turns out that it was not just another postcard as I told you. It was a photograph of an actual moose that I took, when I was traveling with Alice in a National Park Site.

And it was not just that moose, the postcard that featured a coyote portrait was actually also photographed by me.

Since all these times I have spent on playing with Alice, could have been used on study, to achieve better marks, which I did not, had caused my learning in school to go down, which is paid by you, and that is my responsibility, and I am sorry.

Last but not least, on Miss Pam’s request, I kindly ask you to put your name on the bottom of this sheet, which you probably would not feel so proud of, and I am sorry.

Your beloved son, Jason.