My dearest friend,

My father come here to America from india when he was 6 years of age. His entire family used to training the snakes and extract their precious venom for use of cooking, cleaning & sickness cures. Every day my dad wake up and drains the snake... EVERY DAY.. He does this so that my family can afford the best curry my friend.. the best curry.. One dad my wakes up and his father, my grandpopop is very sick.. very sick my friend. He says you must go to America for I will die soon and make good life for our family. He die same day..

His mother (my grandmama) take my father his sister and his pet bird and they travel to america for new life. 1 whole year at sea my friend.. my dad had to eat pet bird to survive. he is now in america and looking for work.. but no work, not for snake people. in american new york city, very little snake my friend.

but my dad is very hard working. he walks to school every day training his legs in the art of long distance walking. he works in factory after school testing newly invented treadmill (my dad very good at walking my friend) when he is old enough my dad becomes USA postal service worker, the very best my friend. he deliver mail every day working hard and one day he drops his package (he never does this before) he reaches down and a women grabbed it before he did. it was my mother. they had me but were very poor still. my dad works 2 postal jobs in the nearby towns to make enough.

what does this have to do with me you may ask my friend??.. I tell you.. when i was a little boy i play on the computer after school, always the counter strike, every day the counter strike.. I ask my dad to buy computer but he cry.. no money my friend.. very little, so my dad go out and work 2 more postal routes all to buy my state of the art windows 10 computer. he even buy me counter strike.. i start playing and i practice every day.. i am good my friend i promise.

one day my dad no come home, he died delivering mail, like he loved.. one week ago i get one last letter from post office. my mother said it is for me. it is from my dad. he tells me to keep playing the counter strike.. be the best counter strike global offensive player.. so i try my friend.. i try to be..but then one day i meet the LeperM in game and he calls me names and makes fun of my country. i cry. i cry.. i cry.. but it is okay my friend because i will still play the counter strike... maybe one day you will look in your heart my friend and look for the love.. I love you LeperM i hope the heart finds your heart. i hope jesus blesses your one thousand times my friend.. one thousand times!!!!

Bless you,
Aarav Aditya Arjun Reyansh III

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