A LETTER

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Back in the old days (cheewahh), most of my friends who lived far away would get mails from their families. Normally, when their mail arrived, there would be a list name of those with mails on the notice board right outside the hostel's office.

I remember going through the names - hoping - that somehow my name was on it. Alas, that never did happen. I live quite near to my school. So frankly, there's no use for my parents to send me any letters and the fact that they come visit me almost on every weekends make it even more useless to send me any parcel when they can just give it to me by hand. Even so, I still told my dad how I envied my friends who get mails.

And then one day, a miracle happened. My name was on the list. I remembered being so excited because finally, I got a mail! :D

It was a letter from my dad. I don't remember what he wrote but I remembered that he used 'anakanda' and 'ayahanda' which was cool because nobody really uses that anymore. I felt like I was in the 80's or something.

Eventhough from the very beginning I already can guess who sent me the letter, but it still made me happy for the rest of my day. That small gesture that my dad did for me is something I will definitely cherish for the rest of my life. :D

Maybe, I should send my dad a letter. (^^,)