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ONE MONTH LATER IN FRANCE“Madame, dinner is served.” The butler said. “Tell them I’m not hungry.” “Madame?” “Leave.” Why do they never listen?  I turned my back on him and walked along the beach. Then, something shiny caught my eye. It was crashing in with waves, an empty bottle. Not one of those mpty soda bottles, but a blank old-fashioned one. I picked it up and saw a folded paper note inside. Dear stranger,I don’t mean to bother you. But I have no one to talk to. My dad recently passed away, so my mother is still in shock. I have to work every day. My mom got fired for not showing up for work, I can’t blame them. I hate my life now. The one I’m going out with just completely messed up last week before prom. I caught her making out with my best friend. So we don’t speak any longer either. I’m sorry for telling you all this. Thank you for sparing time to read. Love, SandaraHaeundae-gu, Busan, South Korea  “Sandara. South Korea.” It sounded not very Korean. But what do I know? I put the note in my pocket and threw the bottle away. I walked back to the mansion, ready to face my angry mother. “Faith, what are you thinking? You can’t just ignore me like that. I am your mother.” She spoke furiously. I didn’t ignore you, I ignored the butler. “Faith! Faith! You will answer when I call.” She grabbed my arm. “Whatever, I’ll be in my room.” I snatched my arm out of her grip and went upstairs. I unfolded the note again. “Teardrops