Unwanted Houseguests

When I was fourteen, I wrote about a family experience we had to a friend on the missionfield. Here is the unedited excerpt from my letter (including the original exclamation points).

Dear E---,

     Something absolutely dreadful has happened over here. I mean really, REALLY dreadful.

     It all started last Sunday evening. It was around 7:00. First, only a few of the members of the family came.

     They made us eat supper with them. And Rebecca and I had to get up at least six times just for them!

     Next, the family insisted upon sleeping in one of the coolest places (Since it is summer). No where’s else! Mom said to go ahead and put them where they wanted. Rebecca did so and all was peaceful until the next day, Monday.

     They got me up early then made us eat with them again! Several of us were already getting tired of them. Me especially. I had to slave for them from breakfast until lunch (I still have burns from Monday). By then, there were over one hundred members of the family present (It’s ALL the total truth!). And guess what! You got it! Lunch was eaten with them AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mom was even tired of them!

     They let us eat our own supper, but stayed in the kitchen the whole time.

     That night, they stayed in the kitchen. Who knows what all they did?

     Tuesday morning they made us eat with them AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! I was so tired of them I didn’t eat much.

     They’re still in our house, though we chased out most of them. I CAN NOT wait until they are gone COMPLETELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

     By now, I guess I should tell you their name. It is Donut. Yes, I spelled it correctly. Donut.

     Rebecca innocently asked Mom for permission to make donuts—a rare treat. She quadrupled the recipe and didn’t see that one recipe ALONE made four dozen donuts!

     And, well, you know the rest of the story. And I promise you; none of us want that kind of donut for a L-L-O-O-N-N-G-G time!

Love,

Amanda