And so while other kids were BBM-ing their parents, I was literally waiting by the mailbox to get a letter from home to see how the weekend had gone, which was a little frustrating when Grandma was in the hospital, but I was just looking for some sort of scribble, some unkempt cursive from my mother.
Então, enquanto as outras crianças enviavam  mensagens aos pais pelo Blackberrry, eu esperava, literalmente,  ao lado da caixa do correio por uma carta de casa, para saber  como o fim-de-semana tinha corrido - o que foi um bocado frustrante  quando a minha avó esteva no hospital - mas eu aguardava uns rabiscos, umas palavras desalinhadas da minha mãe.