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Harlienne was walking alone the third floor corridor. She had just been down to the library doing her homework in History. Dean delos was a very strict Professor. He had given them a five pages essay about North Korea… of course Harlienne has no problem with that but she wanted to make sure that she’d done it properly.

Flipping the browning pages of the book she had borrowed from the library, a paper dropped. Harlienne studied the neat handwriting on the paper. It was a letter…

June 20, 1998

Dearest Dad,

Good Day. I hope my letter reach you soon. When are you going to visit me in the dormitory? I missed you and mama. When will you be back from Cerritos?
I’m bored here dad. The professors are all right but they are not as smart as they should be. They teach me things I already know. Geography should be an interesting course but my instructors bore me. This is a small university unlike where I came from, so little air to breath here.
If you ask me about my grades, it’s fine. I get good grades. I have also met a lot of friends. They are all nice to me even though I came form Mexico. Dad, consider what I had already told you, come back here to teach. This university needs a mind like yours.
Dad, when you visit me, I will introduce Haley to you. She is the girl I’m telling you in my last letter. She is really eager to meet you.

Your Loving Son,
George Delos Santos

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