Dear Esperanza,
I regret my decision to marry greatly. It took me a while, but I’m now finally opening up. Esperanza, do not marry early! Forget tradition, this is hell. I’m trapped in my own home, not able to set foot outside of my prison. He doesn’t even like it when I look out the window because he fears ill start dreaming again. Sometimes he comes home drunk, more drunk than a bum with money. He comes home drunk and does mean things, very mean things. He won’t let any of my friends come over, either. I no longer have a life. I am a slave to his biddings, I have no free will anymore. I wish I was exaggerating but unfortunately I’m not. I had dreams of becoming a doctor. Get through high school and go to a junior college, do good and move on to a better collage. Once I became a doctor, I would have been free of this poverty trap. I could have walked away and never have looked back. However, in high school my grades started dropping and other things started getting my attention. I got distracted by petty desires and now I’m paying for it. A life sentence in this jail with a monster I once loved. I was foolish back then and I lost it all. Esperanza, do not make my mistake! Shoot for the stars and worry about that petty stuff later. Love will find you when its time, but opportunities only come once. The door to freedom is just around the corner for you, Esperanza. Go do something impressive.
Love,
Sally