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I love sponsoring a child through Compassion Canada, but sometimes I am derelict in my sponsorship duties. Today's letter from my little girl reminded me that I haven't written her since the spring:

Hello Beth _______ (I am always addressed by first and last name), how are you? I am so longing for you because I do not receive your letter for along time yet. But I believe God Jesus Christ keep helps you.

(insert stab of remorse here)
I really have been meaning to write...and send photos. I just keep forgetting to get them printed, so then I put off writing, and then...then nothing happens.

She continues.

Beloved Beth _______, I have three dogs, all of them so cute. What makes me feel amuse that they all are corpulent and the two do not have tail. I would like to give one to you but how? We are far each other.

Beth _______, do you have mate? May I know him?

And so it is decided. Tomorrow, I am writing her back. I am printing out some photos, and showing her that, no, I don't have mate. But I do have family. And maybe I'll send her some puppy dog stickers, preferably corpulent.

Comments

Hamid said…
Very interesting! That makes you a part-time e-mom.
Wendy said…
hahahahahahaha.

corpulant.

hahaha. That's dictionary English if I've ever heard it.

Oh, and I sympathetically felt that stab of remorse for you. Oh Beth - what kind of person are you if you end up putting this off again?!?
Beth said…
wendy - i DID postpone again...what sort of person does that make me!?
Wendy said…
hahaha. Well Beth...

hahahaha.

Way to be *sort of* compassionate ...(giggle giggle...I'm still laughing)

Tell your kid about wishing you too had a puppy. Maybe a fat one too.

Can't wait to copy down my hokwan's letters to Santa from last year. They are on par with the letter you received.

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