Letter One, to mother From Son

Dear Mother,

These soldiers are gnawing at my last nerves. I am consumed by this confusion; on the first hand, I loathe my place under King George and the Parliament's thumb, but you continue attempting to persuade me that I owe them my rights and liberties. To you, I am to aim to be nothing more than a puppet for your 'glorious' majesty to string along in life. These soldiers, mother, are noisy echoes of a loyalist's lost hope. This hope, seemingly lost in you as well, can be retrieved from the well you've tossed it so carelessly into.

Like you, many of the colonists voice their loyalty to the King. This widespread hope in the King and Parliament, though loyal to England, is unloyal to the colonial Americans. Such Americans, whose rights are attacked and hindered by these same two components, turn a blind eye to the truth. It can only be right to protect your liberties, both with pen and sword. Mother, you must think before you set your loyalties; the King has not your best interests in mind, thus neither do you.

Signed,

Laurence

(187 words)