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.
Així que mentre altres xatejaven a la Blackberry amb els seus pares, jo esperava literalment al costat de la bústia que arribés una carta de casa per saber com havia anat el cap de setmana, cosa que era una mica frustrant quan l'àvia estava a l'hospital, però... jo buscava alguna mena de gargot, la lletra descuidada de la meva mare.