Dear Nonna

I found myself thinking, I wish I could write you a letter. So here I am writing to you. You wont ever get my letter, but I don't think that really matters.

I miss you. I miss you more then I ever thought I could. Pretty much every day when I am in class or having lunch I think about you and what your doing. I hope your happy. I hope someone really kind is looking out for you. You probably would tell me thats silly. You probably would tell me to "chul up" and focus on work. Its hard though. Its harder then I could have ever imagined.

My classes are going ok. I have a few good friends. Some I have met before some I only know though the internet. You would laugh at me and say they cant possibility be friends. They are though, maybe some of my best. They watch out for me, just like you used to.

Do you remember the story you used to tell me about the woman who worked so hard for for such little pay, and then at the end it was stolen away from her by a thief? Well Its hard to believe someone ever working so hard for such little money but I am starting to understand a little better. I know you never had a lot of money but wouldent it be nice? Just not to have to worry about making rent every month. Do you remember when you told me I could have your car one day? I was only 12 or so but I still remember that. You were always obsessed with your death. I think you were maybe just as morbid as I am.

I love you so much. I really just wanted you to be happy.

toa Nipote, Stefania

l'amo alla fine di tempo