Dear Papa,
Today's your birthday.
You're sorely missed.
I decided to travel almost 7 thousand miles away from the place that I once called home.
It's just too lonely there I couldn't bear to be there alone.
Pa,
It's been raining here in the Leprechaun land.
The two boys are doing their drawing. They are a handful sometimes but this is the closest I could have to "home".
Not sure where I'll head to after this.
Like a lost child, I've been roaming around, not knowing what I'm gonna do with my life and that's a pity because I always thought that I could do something great.
I wish you both are still around cuz there's no place I'd rather be than to be with the two of you.
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