My dear enemy

My dear, wonderful Judy, you actually grew up in this institution, and you know in your bitter heart what these little children need. Sometimes your childhood tragedy fills me with such rage that I want to roll up my sleeves, fight the whole world, and force it to turn into a more child-friendly place; To live in it. He seems to have deposited a tremendous amount of fight into my personality. If you had built me a modern asylum, equipped with beautiful, clean and sanitary huts, and everything in good order, I would not be able to bear the monotony of its perfect working machinery. Seeing so many things to do is what makes it possible for me to survive. Sometimes, I must confess, I wake up in the morning, hear the noise of this establishment, breathe the air of this establishment, and long for the happy, carefree life that is rightfully mine.