One day, I woke up really early, it was 7 a.m. and I
only needed to go to school at 8 a.m. I wasn’t sleepy enough to go back to bed
so, I showered, got dressed and, by the time I was downstairs to eat breakfast
it was, already, 7:45 a.m. As usual, Carl wasn’t speaking to me and my
“sister”, Ashley, was gossiping a new boy from school. Thank God she wasn’t from
my school! I ate as quickly as I could and went to school.
When I arrived, my best friend, Natalie, was waiting
for me by the lockers. How I loved that girl, she was the only person that
really knew and understood me she was also the only person that helped me
through the hardest time of my life: my family’s death.
“Hi!”- said Nat, excitedly
“Hey Nat”
“So, how are you?”
“I’m fine, babe, thanks! How about you?”- I asked
“Same! So tomorrow’s your birthday! What’re you gonna
do to your 16th birthday?”
“Honestly? I don’t know! I would take you to my place
for us to spend some time together but my house sucks, as you know!”- I
explained
“Yeah… well let’s go to the movies or something!”-
Suggested Nat
“Okay, okay!! But there’s something I gotta do first!
You know what I’m talking about, right?!”
“Wohhhooo!!! You’re gonna write a letter to Sambora!”-
Nat teased
“Stop okay? you know I really need to do this Nat…”
“I know sweetie, I know! And I’m sure he’s gonna
answer you!”
“Yeah… doubt that but okay… Well let’s go! French,
right?”- I asked
“Yup babe, French!”
“Okay, s’go”
The French class passed as quickly as it came and in
the end of all the classes Nat’s boyfriend, James, asked for her to talk to him
for a bit, so she excused herself and told me that she would call later.
I went home with my mind always focused on the letter
that I was about to write to my idol. What
do you tell to the person that you most admire in the whole world? What do you
ask? When I got home, I already had my mind settled, I was gonna tell him everything! After all he was my idol,
and I owed him that, so I jumped to bed with a paper and a pen, and started
writing:
Dear Richie, April
10th 2001
I’m not writing
to say “I Love You” because I know you hear that a lot.
I’m sorry if I am
bothering you, I know that you’re probably busy and you’ll never read/answer
this, but that’s okay.
I’m not doing
this for fun or just to pass time, I’m doing this because, tomorrow is my 16th
birthday and I need someone to talk to (besides my best friend, that is) and I need you to know a couple of things.
When I was 10, me,
my mom and my brother (only the 3 of us because my dad left us when I was only
2 years old), we were coming from the best night of my life, it had been my 1st
concert ever, a Bon Jovi concert, when suddenly we had a car crush. I was the
only survivor. Since then, I’ve been “jumping” from foster-families to
foster-families and it’s been a hell. I don’t fit in here. Nobody understands
my situation, my dreams and my mind.
Please don’t feel
sorry for me, because of all this.
Maybe you’ll
think that’s stupid from me to say all this to you, but understand that I
needed to do this.
You’ve been my
idol since I can remember. I love the band and your solo work. But mostly I
admire your capacity of sharing your money and your fame, your sadness and your
happiness with us, your fans.
Please understand
that I mean no disrespect to you, your family or the band, but to me you are
more than a musician, more than a guitar-player and more than a philanthropist.
To me, you are the father I never had. My role-model. My hero.
Love,
Jen.
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