Holidays are beyond the word I call "AWESOME"

Dear Melacca, I'm supposed to be united with you this school holidays. I want to come back to you so badly. Melacca is one of my favorite place. I'm crazy about it cause I love shopping in Jonker Street. See, my dad's from Melacca and I hardly visit Melacca. I was SUPPOSED to go there on Sunday but my grandma turned me down. I wish I could spend my holidays there. On April, I won't be in school for one whole week. Momma says I'll be back to Phillipines, maybe. Just maybe. I wanna go back there so badly cause my cousins are flying soon to Canada and momma says I won't be able to see them EVER again. This would be the second time I am there. Oh Phillipines, please give me money to go back there. I would love to skip school or perhaps, skip school for two weeks. I won't want to see my teachers faces. Cruel and mean faces. Okay, I'm being a little dramatic here but who cares. Holidays are beyond boring and I hate it. Mom has NEVER stop nagging at me and she is being mean to me though I'm sick. House is way silent when my brother isn't here. He is far away. But whenever he comes back, we'll both fight. So, holidays are boring when you ain't travelling. See ya creatures.