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Kayla Paugas 7 sycamore way Wallingford CT 06492

President-elect Barack Obama The White House 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW Washington, DC 20500

Dear Mr. President Obama,

I guess I'm supposed to congratulate you on winning the election. Congratulations. If I could vote, I'd probably vote you. I guess I should say how glad I am that you won, flatter you, and say what everybody else who likes you and is writing to you is saying. But, I feel like maybe I should try to talk to you as my equal, so I don't freak out and go 'I can't write a letter to President Obama, he's so much bigger then me'. Philosophically bigger, I mean. I mean, it’s just me. Little old Kayla in a little old town in Connecticut. Who am I to try to tell you my ideas? Mr. President, I know that you're not reading this. I doubt anybody really close to you will even glance at it, but hey, I can hope right?

There are a lot of issues you are probably considering and addressing as you sit in the oval office, while here I am sitting in my kitchen, wondering what the heck I should say next. The issue that is important to me isn't really that big, but for some unconceivable reason, it hits me in the heart. I guess I should get to the point. I strongly support gay marriage, and it being available to everyone who wants it. It just doesn't make sense. If someone's in love why stop them? I know I can't make you legalize it, but I should try to do something. I don't want to sit here like a bum while people are in love and being ripped apart because of narrow minded people who consider themselves high enough to put their narrow minded opinions into laws. All men were created equal. Remember that? Does anyone remember that? Apparently not. It's just like when there were white water fountains and black water fountains, only in this case, the gays don't get the marriage water fountain at all. That's how I see it.

And I just want to say, just remember, you can't help everybody. You can't save every company that goes under, and you can't save every struggling family. There will always be financial trouble, it's kind of silly to think you can erase it completely. That's you're only problem I can see, all this money going everywhere to save everybody. But, I don't really know, I'm thirteen. I never really cared before. I don't know what things I'm exaggerating, what things I'm assuming. I really can't see everything. I don't know what things I could be distorting.

Thank you for reading my letter, if you did. Thank you secretary, if you're reading this. I'm glad my minuscule voice was heard by somebody.

Good Luck in Office,

Kayla Paugas