Answer: To: The principal, Brushwood Junior School, Utter Pradish, India.
Subject: Request Letter to Principal for Avoiding Junk Food in Canteen
-Respected Ms. Sower, How are you Madam? I hope you are chairing your seat with your full potential and efficiency. I heard very good words for you and your dedicated work for the school and to this system as well. Let me introduce myself that I am father of Mr. Sing who is currently studying in your school in 3rd standard and section Primrose.
Yesterday he came to home and was having 104-degree temperature! When I dropped him in the school, he was perfectly well and in good health, but when I received him at home after a time period of just 5 hours he was burning. Well, I took him to the nearby doctor of our vicinity and got him checkup. The doctor told me that sore throat is the reason behind. Now, it was my turn to get shocked as we cook in a very low-fat oil and avoid unnecessary spices in our daily cuisine and it is not possible that Neon gets any sour thing at home. Today I visited the canteen of this school and to my horror there were plies of sour candies with different names, it had a variety of saucy edibles and near to expire soft drinks. I just wanted your attention towards the health of students and it would only be possible with good and healthy edibles. We do our best at home, so it is now your responsibility to play your part in the school by restricting the availability of junk in the canteen. Thank you. Yours Truly, Laira Sing
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