A Phone Call To The Younger Me

Hallo!!

Dear baby me,

Did mummy kiss you good night the other day? Am sure daddy didn’t read you the Brousman bedtime story since he came home late last night

I know you slept off during Mr.Carson’s algebra lesson today. Did I already mention that you won’t pass mathematics with an “A”, not even a “B”? Ohh!! you didn’t know but now you know.

Please stop dreaming of being a medical doctor, a statesman, or a media socialite. Your gift is in writing haikus. Do you think of buying a Chrysler at 19? Just stop that nonsense.

How is bucky your pet dog? Enjoy all the time you have with him cause Mr.Angel of death is coming for him on the 21st of this month. I know lt will be painful seeing him die of distemper but you’ve got to accept his fate.

P.S: Endeavor to pick up when I call again. If you don’t, I will report to the future me.

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