When I left on Sunday, Emmanuel told me, "Good-bye until your next visit." I responded, "No way! It's good-bye until you write to me!" He just shook his head sadly at me, "You know we boys aren't actually going to be able to use email, Keziah."
Well, today, Emmanuel's day to use email, I have received not one, not two, not three, but FOUR emails from my son. Granted, his spelling is atrocious and he refuses to use punctuation, but it makes my day. Especially when he says things like, "I am so used to having you here that when you leave, something is missing from the pension. I've lost my appetite but I'm better now I know that you have made it home OK. Mwen renmen ou anpil. XOXoooooxXXXxxxxOO."