Dear Editor:
An open letter to the man who stole my chair.
My first lawn sale and a man stole the nice chair my grandma gave me to sell so I could earn money for the work I did for her for the past month.
I saw you loading the chair into your car but you were gone before I could run to the gateway. Are you proud you made me cry? Do you tell your family you stole the chair? Do you feel proud that you stole from a little girl?
Do the right thing and leave $25 in the mail box on the opposite side of the road from where you stole my chair so I can smile again.
Ruby, Grade 2 student,
Wellington Road 29,
Centre Wellington