Dear Aunt Sally
I am deeply sorry I have not written to you for such a long time. It has been eleven long years since we have last chatted. Ever since you moved back to Virginia things have gone a little out of hand. I am no longer a young boy, but a fully grown adult soon to reach 22 in the coming month. I am still living at home with my Mom and Dad, in the same little apartment over the butchers shop in Boston. Except now my bed is being used by a British soldier named Chester, who already over stayed his welcome years ago. Life is not easy; I bust my chaps left and right working close to nothing at the old print shop. As tight as money is right now, I can not afford to keep feeding Chester, as he does nothing all day long but drink tea. If that is not bad enough, I now have to work twice as hard since Pa got sick with small pox. Hopefully he will be better next Wednesday after he visits the doctor to get his sick blood drained. …
