This is really weird to get a big five page letter from you when I hardly ever hear you talk in person. If you ask me, a person who ends up not able to talk has had a more disturbed upbringing than one who has talked a little too much.
I'm not worried about Peder, he's a better little person than most people I know. He is really polite a lot of the time, and always eats his food. He is starting to help out on the farm, too, so he's learning a lot.
So... I saw you at the General Store just now and you must have seen that everything is still intact when I was in charge?
I'm not a destructive person by nature. I think you're being a little too hard on me, to be perfectly honest. Do you have anything else to write about without slowly dissecting my imagined flaws and hanging them all out to dry?
Anyway, I heard about all your siblings getting the chicken pox. How did they get THAT if you are always keeping your house so perfectly in order? What are you going to be for the Masked Ball?