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Zarrin [17]
2 years ago
5

Douglas’ mother writes to the YMCA authorities holding them accountable for the mishap as well as demanding that the authorities

employ a team of guards near the pool for supervision of the children. As the mother, write a letter to the authorities with reference to the case of your son.
English
1 answer:
sladkih [1.3K]2 years ago
8 0

Hi. This question requires you to use your creativity and drafting skills and for that reason, I can't write the letter for you, but I can show you how to write it and that's what I'm going below.

To begin writing the letter, you must imagine yourself as Douglas' mother and think about how upset you were about your son's accident in the YMCA pool, which was left completely under supervision. After imagining the situation you can write the letter as follows:

  1. Start by making a statement to the person you are writing the letter to. You can start with "Dear Mr/Mrs...."
  2. Begin a second paragraph by introducing yourself, and showing why this letter is being written. Then comment on the accident and give reasons why you believe the YMCA authorities are responsible for this accident.
  3. Start the third paragraph giving suggestions on how this problem can be resolved and claiming something that should be done to prevent new accidents from happening.
  4. End the letter by stating that you hope these issues will be resolved quickly and that you hope all families can have good experiences with the YMCA in the future. Remember to be polite throughout the letter.

You can find more information on writing a letter at the link below:

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