Must Restrain Fist of Death

When I talk to YG at camp she is all giggles and happiness and joy. Her last few letters, however, have been full of doom and shit, because we're the worst family ever. Other kids get up to five care packages a week! (Full of what, I wonder? Gold bullion? Laudenum? Glock 45s?). Why don't we say "I love you" and "I miss you" in our letters (we do. Wonder how she missed that?). Why aren't we visiting like every other parent? (Because we're sending you to camp, and can't afford to ship ourselves back to visit her on top of it.) Don't we love her? What is wrong with us?

I never went to camp. I would perhaps have been delighted to get away from my family. I would never have had the nerve to send a letter, let alone several letters, to my parents. The urge to say "well, I guess this is your last year at camp" or "die, you little brat" is very powerful. I will not do it, cause I'm the grownup.

Which sucks.