Dec.7th
Dearmother,
Ihavebeengoodatschool.IoftenthinkofyouwhenIgotobedbecausewealwaysgoforawalkbeforegotobedathome.SoImissyoueveryday.Doyoumissme?Whydon’tyoucallme?I’vegotalotofthingstotellyou.Oneofthethingsisaboutforeignteacher’sdaughter.Hername’sSkyler.ShelivesinCanada.ShecomestoourclasstolearnChineseandEnglishwithmeinmyclass.Thisafternoon,whenitwasartandcraftclass,ourclasswerecleaningthegymnasium.Andshediditwithustoo.SoIusuallytalktoherwhenshedoesn’tknowwhattodo?Butwhentheclassisover,Ialwayshaven’tgotenoughtimetotalktoher.AndIusuallycan’tfindher.Sowedon’thavetimetointroducetoeachother.ButitisthefirsttimethatIhaveaforeignstudent.SoI’mveryhappy!Mum,youoftentellme,“Ifyouarehappy,I’llbehappy,too.”Soyouhavetobehappy,becauseI’mhappy!Ilikeyouwhenyouarehappy!

IntheendIwishyoueverythingisjustfine!

Yours,
Sophia.