Letters away from home-1

Dear mom,

I’m half way around the world and miss you. I miss you so badly.

I miss the way you always greet me when I come home from a rough day at school. You’ll either be in the garden, or the kitchen or the yard, but wherever you are, you never fail to hear me enter the house. And immediately you’ll naturally greet me warmly, like any loving mother. Most of the time I just respond with a monosyllabic ‘hi.’, and then you ask how my day was which is always answered with an ‘okay’, which in essence isn’t an answer at all. Other times, especially if I fell out with my best friend or quarreled with my teacher (over just ½ a mark in my test) I wouldn’t even respond to your most cheerful smiles and lock myself in my room till you announced that dinner was ready.

Now half way round the world I am still greeted when ever I reach home. However, it’s now by the butler. Once out of the car and on the front porch, he’ll open the main doors wide and greet “good evening madam (I have since managed, after much persuasion, to correct him to young miss, tho’ he insists that it is thoroughly inappropriate due to the fact that I’m already married), I hoped you had a good day at school. Dinner will be served in a while.” He repeats these two sentences everyday without even attempting to vary his tone, pitch, accentuation, accent nor emphasis. I never believed in routines and have tried many times to get him to try at least to create a more interesting and hearty welcome but always to no avail. Sometimes I am convinced that a robot like R2D2 can do a better job than he.

Anyway, school is good and all else is well. I’ve to complete my assignments which are as of now slightly overdue. Please come visit me soon.

Love you (more than I ever have had),
Sasha.

P.S. please tell dad not to finish the chocolates I brought home from Italy. Can’t believe I forgot to bring them over!