Letter Back Home - 2
Almost End of First Week
It is almost end of the first week of trial of staying away from home, in this small town which used to be quite peaceful and quiet, according to your mum (my mother-in-law), but now has been jam-packed and sandwich-ed by loads of cars and other fume-gagging means of transports. Swamps of mosquitoes pour into the corners of dark places in the house and feast on their two most favourite and beloved young victims - our two boys. Both their bodies and legs are stamped with red visible marks, like spots on a pink pot-ka-dot skirt. It seems like three months is still a very long way to go...when you said you were folding our clothes back home and thought of us, and started to miss us already, I was almost speechless...take care and love you always.
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