Yesterday Robyn received this email.
College Daughter: Mom,
This is quite possibly the worst paper I've ever written. I started it on Saturday and couldn't get it to flow. It is due tomorrow and I still can't get it to flow. (A situation that is not helped by the cold that I seem to be catching from my roommates.) You, you are my last hope. You are the Sam to my Frodo. You are Superman to my poor civilian. I don't know where else to turn...(Okay, I do, but I don't think that He can edit my paper for me).
I would just like to remind you that I will be caring for you in your old age to try and pay back a tiny bit of what you have done for me. So when I'm changing your diapers I will remember how you read and edited this crappy paper.
I love you and miss you,
Your congested, sneezy, desperate daughter who doesn't like college one bit right now.
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