It’s me, Chommy.
It’s been so long, how are you doing.
I miss you so much. I still can’t get over the shock. I have a lot more to say to you, but I guess God knows best.
I miss hearing your voice, most times I just stay and feel like I can hear you call me. I wish you can come home for at least one hour, there’s a lot we have to tell you. I especially have a lot to tell you.
Sadly I can only wish.
Dube is now tall, you were always teasing him.
Meme and Bueze are so big now.
Mummy is still as pretty and strong as ever. I’m big now too.
When you read this letter just know that we love you and we miss you.
Take care of yourself till we meet again.