And so while other kids were BBM-ing their parents, I was literally waiting by the mailbox to get a letter from home to see how the weekend had gone, which was a little frustrating when Grandma was in the hospital, but I was just looking for some sort of scribble, some unkempt cursive from my mother.
Dok su se drugi svojima  javljali preko BlackBerryja, ja sam doslovno kraj sandučića čekala pismo od kuće da čujem  kako je prošao vikend, što je bilo malo frustrirajuće  dok je baka bila u bolnici, ali tražila sam bilo kakvu črčkariju, neki neodržavani kurziv od moje majke.