Dear, Mr. President by: Rhiannon Disclaimer: I own nothing but my poor broken down computer, Stevie, & the idea...

'Dear Mr. President,

Hi, my name's Stevie and I am almost seventeen years old. I live in a foster home in Texas. My foster parents are big supporters of you and your administration. I've been watching a lot of news lately and I've become a supporter of yours also. My foster parents thought it would be a good idea for me to write to you about something that I have been wondering about.

I know that the First Lady is an activist for children. I'm still not sure what you guys are going to do to help kids, but I just wanted you to please remember kids like me. Orphans and abandoned children get looked over and forgotten most of the time. I know lots of kids who just want a family... They want to have a birthday party with a real mom and dad. I would too. But for most of us, that's just a dream. We don't have moms and dads... we have foster parents and social workers who aren't always on our side. It's like no one cares.

I know what it's like to think that no one really cares about you... When I was two years old, my father died. My mother left me on the steps of a Catholic church a few days later.

That's all I really have to say. Thank you for taking time out of your day and reading my letter.

Your friend- 

Stephanie Blake'

Josiah Bartlet looked up at his old friend, Leo McGarry. Leo stood in front of the President's desk, watching the emotions play across his face.

"I thought you might be interested in that letter, Mr. President." Leo said, after Bartlet looked up.

"I am indeed very interested... " Bartlet paused. he sat back in his chair. Something about this young girl's letter had pushed the right buttons, just as Leo knew it would. The girl was right, children just like her were pushed around and over looked every day. "In fact, I want to meet this little girl. I want Abbey to meet this girl. Arrange it, will you Leo?"

Leo nodded with a faint smile, "Yes, Mr. President."

Leo was almost at the door when Bartlet called out, "Leo wait..." Leo turned. "I want to write a letter to the girl myself. I'll have it for you by this afternoon."

Leo nodded again, "Yes, Mr. President," and left the room.

Bartlet looked over the girl's letter once more and then began to compose a letter of his own.

'Dear Miss Blake,

It was a privilege to receive your letter. I am greatly honored that you are a supporter of my wife, my administration, and myself.

You are quite right in your statement that orphaned and abandoned children are often forgotten in the race to take care of other priorities. As president, I want to change that. As my wife has often told me, children are the number one priority in this life.

I ask that you travel to Washington and be my guest at the White House. In order that change things, I need the advice and the perspective of someone who has lived through this.

My Chief of Staff, Mr. Leo McGarry will be in contact with you and will arrange all the details. Thank you for your letter and I look forward to meeting you in person.


The President of the United States 

Josiah Bartlet'


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