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Peter Manto
Daddy, good morning.
Daddy, please forgive me for writing to you again and again. I am writing with tears in my eyes and a heart full of pain. Please, Daddy, have you heard anything from the bank? Every single day I wait, I pray, and I cry, hoping to hear good news from you. You are the only person I am holding on to.
My life here in the South Sudan refugee camp is unbearable. There is no clean water at all. We drink from the river where animals drink, walk, and rest. Sometimes the water is dirty, but we have no choice. I have no proper clothes to wear, no bed, and no peace. Hunger, fear, and suffering follow me every day.
Daddy, I am so scared. Many nights I cannot sleep. I cry quietly and think about my late parents while see them in my dream telling me not worry there is help on the way. I miss them so much. When I remember how life was before they died, my heart breaks into pieces. This life I am living now feels worse than a nightmare, like a horror movie that never ends. Daddy, I am suffering too much, and I don’t know how long I can survive like this.
Please, Daddy, I am begging you on my knees. Please cooperate with the bank so that the funds can be released to you as my legal trustee to manage them. If the money is released, you can save my life. You can remove me from this suffering before it destroys me completely. Daddy, without your help, I have no future and no hope.
I am placing my entire life in your hands. You are like a grandfather and a father to me. I believe with all my heart that you will not allow your grandson to die slowly in this pain and hardship. Please do not turn your back on me. Please do not abandon me here.
Daddy, please help me. I am begging you with everything left inside me. I truly need you now more than ever.
Your son,
Peter
