Do you mind if I call you that warmly? It's just that with each letter you write, you become closer to me, and this message seems to burst out of my heart. I woke up this morning and made myself wheat porridge with fragrant coffee. Such a simple breakfast, but there was something cozy about it. What did you eat this morning? Do you even have breakfast at home or on the run? I always say that breakfast is the mood for the whole day. You know, I find myself thinking that every time I see a letter from you, I get a smile, so real, warm. For me, you have become the person with whom I want to share my thoughts, moments, and just be myself. Don't you have that feeling? I feel like you're already a part of my life.
Now I want to tell you something really personal. I've already shared many moments of my life with you, but there's something else that's important to me that you should know about. I want to tell you about my family. After all, if we want to be closer, then let there be no secrets between us. My family is ordinary, without luxury, but with warmth and care. I am the only child in the family. Sometimes I think how great it would be to have a younger sister, take care of her, braid her hair, read fairy tales before going to bed. I guess it's my natural love for children that shows. Do you like children? My mom has been working as a salesman in a shoe store for over 20 years. She's 48, and I admire her hard work and resilience. She is really kind, with a strong character and a very sensitive heart. But my dad is currently in military operations. He was drafted about two years ago, and my mother and I still can't fully understand it. We were shocked at the time. Just a few days ago, he called his mother and said that he had been sent to the front of the front, where fierce battles were taking place for our land. He's not young anymore, he's 56, and to be honest, I'm very worried about him. We keep in touch every week. I live from bell to bell, and every time I hear his voice, it lets me go a little. I look at his picture every day, it has so much strength, warmth and courage. I really miss him. When he comes on vacation, the house is filled with a special light, it's like a little holiday that we cherish in our hearts. Unfortunately, our reality is harsh, too many men from our city have not returned. It hurts me. And I just can't figure out why all this is happening. I really hope that this terrible page of history will be turned over soon. I believe in the best. I believe in peace. And I really want my dad to come home safe and sound. He's a hero to me! I'm proud of him!
It's really hard for me to keep writing right now. As I write, tears come treacherously to my eyes. I'm sorry about that. But I really want you to know what's going on inside of me.
How did you spend your day today? What made you happy? Do you ever feel like you just want to hug someone and be quiet next to them? Do you share your thoughts, worries, and fears with anyone often?
I hug you mentally,
your alina