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.
I det andre børn "BBMede" deres forældre, stod jeg bogstaveligt talt og ventede ved postkassen på at brevet hvori min mor skrev hvordan weekenden var gået skulle ankomme, hvilket var frustrerende da min bedstemor var på hospitalet, men jeg ventede bare på den lille hilsen skrevet i min mors kragetæer.