Dear Anita,

(I hope you enjoyed your delicious brunch, you described it so nicely I can savor it from here! I will continue the exercise on my own, what flows – and we can speak more tomorrow when you have digested the food! 🙂 )

I am in my room, it is really big and teal in color.  My parents and me we moved to this new town.  We used to live near a city in an apartment.  but the schools are bad there, so we moved here.  but here it is sad.  it is sad because the houses are big and no one is outside. if you go walk outside no one there. and no one for me to play with.

i have a big room and my parents and me, we went to buy the furniture. my mom said it is very nice expensive furniture. everything is matching – it is teal and white.  the best part is the fan – it is such bright colors! it has my favorite color – bright pink.  sometimes i wish my whole room was bright pink instead.  but that is okay.

i have bunk beds.  sometimes i want to sleep in the top part because its fun.

i go to kindergarten in Miss Z class. I didnt go to preschool like everyone else.  I was very sad to go to school.  My mom came with me and she stayed for a while the first day.  I dont like when she goes.  She comes to recess and she is worried I have no one to play with.  She watches me and she looks sad. Maybe I am sad.

My mom learned to drive here in this town, and sometimes she drops me at school.  Driving is hard and she learned it so she can take me places.  It is not easy for her to learn this, but she has to.  My dad goes to work so she drives me.

Some times I feel sad that my mom moved to America.  She has to do all this stuff and everyone is so bad to her.

(I will pause here, for the first time in a very long time I have tears.  I feel a strong sense of: “what is the point of her life if after she moved here she suffered day in and day out, what a shame” – I will leave it at that)