Dear Mister Doe

There can be no doubt as to my motivation, for I can assure you that my intentions, like the rest of my life, are purely honorable. I want to grow up, save the world, feed the poor, and start a "save babies/cure cancer/give the homeless canned soup" organization that will judge you with the most elaborate assumptions. I'll dedicate myself to a life of upper middle class poverty and spend my free time rescuing puppies and praying for my token alcoholic friend. I'll wear sensible shoes and practical clothes and make cookies. My children will have monosyballic names and a tire swing. They'll make straight "A"s, do their chores and spend quality time with mom and dad after thanking us for a wonderful upbringing. This is why I didn't go to law school.

Very Sincerely, Rebeka Carrillo