Be My Soldier Forever

Ep. 87

LETTER TO 11

From : Jericho

For the : Evan

Evan, I'm so proud of you.

Come and teach Leo a few things. He's lucky, he's your friend and everyone misses a golden opportunity by underestimating your strength and kindness.

About Cathy. He'll kneel to you.

I won't tell your mother about your work at night. Ayau maybe he knows by now.

Don't stop signing your 'little soldier' at the end of your letter, it suits you. Your father won't be able to tell you how proud he is of you even if he were here, he would be so happy.

You're a fighter, Evan. Don't give up without a fight. You're doing well and there's nothing better than you. You always succeed and always do well, which uncle knows, never doubt your own abilities.

I'm sorry, uncle can't help you, but just notice that you have a talent for writing, you can describe the scene so well that I have no trouble imagining it in my head, uncle can't sleep! Even if you get used to it by being a soldier too.

By the way, you're fighting exactly like your father. You use the same technique.

No matter how hard it is, no giving up, you are fighting with the elements that are all around you.

I hope now you don't have to see your family eating on an empty stomach. Never be shy about asking for money, Evan. Don't be stubborn like your father.

However, don't join the military, you will break your mother's heart. I can see you can be a very successful writer.

I hope what I'm sending now is enough for you right now. Send your family greetings from me. And tell them that if your father loves them, you'll get better with time.

Don't stop comforting me with your letters.

- Jericho Park who failed to take care of children.

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From: Evan

For : Uncle Jericho

Hi uncle, hi,

I've been taking lessons in creative writing as uncle suggested, uncle doesn't have to pay for it.

So far I've only been writing and not working, I don't even know where I can get the idea that I can be a writer.

I had no imagination, I was tired and ran out of ideas while writing the second chapter.

I can't write a book, I can't write a story! Nothing is worth enjoying. I don't know how I see the potential in me.

It turned out that Anita was around the scene that night and she was the one who gave me help by sending me an address and helping me until the ambulance came and hid me from the thieves, she followed me!

After all, the thieves had already taken everything they wanted and fled, as Anita said. We reported them, and we both described everything we saw and I was fired.

Mom was really upset about it.

Now, we sit at the table and the three of us eat together, talking about the incident, he said, then I went to the car wash and then I came back to do all the homework and write my schoolwork.

Sometimes Anita helps me, even after I slap her, she still cares about me, and says it was all her fault from the beginning.

However, he didn't deserve it, he didn't deserve it on the slap, I apologized many times and he forgave me, but I still don't forgive myself for that.

I am an animal and I have slapped him like an animal! I'll be here until the guilt eats me raw.

See you later, though,

Father's little soldier.