I have already sent you text messages, and have fully updated you with the flood of bad news on my end. But I thought I write all about it anyway. I'm not even sure if you receive any of my letters anymore. Lots of thoughts
"Your phone is ringing!" Ertu said as he pointed to my phone on the table. I saw the bright screen glowing underneath my wallet. I picked it up. It wasn't an incoming call, it was outgoing--my phone had ringed someone. It called my dad, and
The rain was so mad, we had no other choice but to run. We were on our way home. It was pouring on us. It started mad and lasted long, even an hour after we got home. Hard to believe it was happening. How long
I gave Olga a pen and a piece of paper. That's the only way how to entertain a seven-year-old. "But what do I draw?" She asked innocently. "Anything you like!" I answered. "I could write you a letter." "That's the best idea. Please do!" I was delighted. She sat
I was at an insurance agency. I was preparing the documents for my visa. The check-list was almost entirely ticked, and the insurance was the last item. I'd saved the easiest one for the last, but things didn't work out the way I'd expected. Neither
The seminar that I told you about happened yesterday. I found it very informative, good thing that I went. I hesitated in the morning, as I woke up, and wondered if I really needed to attend this event. I'd promised my uncle the day before,