But the problem is that, when I left home and went to college, I started missing his commands. And so I made him a golden typewriter through which he could dispense his commands to nephews and nieces around the world as an email.
Pero el problema es que, cuando dejé mi hogar para ir a la universidad, empecé a extrañar sus órdenes, así que le hice una máquina de escribir dorada con la cual él pudiese dar órdenes a sobrinos y sobrinas alrededor del mundo en forma de e-mails.