Dearmother，
Ihavebeengoodatschool。IoftenthinkofyouwhenIgotobedbecausewealwaysgoforawalkbeforegotobedathome。SoImissyoueveryday。
Doyoumissme?Whydon’tyoucallme?I’vegotalotofthingstotellyou。Oneofthethingsisaboutforeignteacher’sdaughter。Hername’sSkyler。
ShelivesinCanada。ShecomestoourclasstolearnChineseandEnglishwithmeinmyclass。Thisafternoon，whenitwasartandcraftclass，ourclasswerecleaningthegymnasium。
Andshediditwithustoo。SoIusuallytalktoherwhenshedoesn’tknowwhattodo?Butwhentheclassisover，Ialwayshaven’tgotenoughtimetotalktoher。AndIusuallycan’tfindher。
Sowedon’thavetimetointroducetoeachother。ButitisthefirsttimethatIhaveaforeignstudent。SoI’mveryhappy!Mum，youoftentellme，“Ifyouarehappy，I’llbehappy，too。
”Soyouhavetobehappy，becauseI’mhappy!Ilikeyouwhenyouarehappy!
IntheendIwishyoueverythingisjustfine!
Yours，Sophia。
