"January 2 stuck between wind and waves. I have read to be told, 25 p.m. It's not at all the best of days. I had hoped and also you'll find me a map, according to the weatherman, and it was hard as we both wish with the 9-1-1 call that turned out of doors. I'm so hard on myself for being such a crazy person. I'd like to think that my way of behaving is just me. But I know it's wrong, and I don't want to be. My name is Betty. I am a single girl. I live in New York City. My mother died 2 years ago. I have a brother who lives in california with his wife (and son). He sends me letters all the time, and I get them back every day. I'll tell you about my life. It was once a good story of a girl named Jane Doe. She had a beautiful smile, long hair, blue eyes, perfect teeth, and a heart full of love. She lived in New York City with her parents. They were very happy together. But one day everything changed when she met a boy named John Smith. He was handsome, tall, charming, and kind. Jane fell instantly in love with him. Her parents disapproved at first but eventually they gave their blessing to the relationship. Soon after that they got married and had a baby girl. Their life seemed perfect until tragedy struck when John died suddenly from an illness leaving Jane alone to raise their daughter by herself. She never forgot him, loved her dear son greatly though she missed him terribly. And all through the years, she would look at old photos of John and smile sadly remembering those happy times they shared together before he passed away.