To my family at home, I write to tell you a bit about my life in the states.
Everything here is so different from home, the food is different, the houses, the cars and the people. Eventhough life with my baby and husband is good, everything else is not good. I can't make the food correct, and my husband doesn't know what to do or say. We don't fit in, we don't belong here. But I guess everything will be better after a while. At least I hope so.
(In response to Elizabeth Gordons On the other side of the war: A story)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment