Pen-pals and the Schoolyard

Abigail, just get out of the car, go to the class and find… a seat? I tell myself.

Okay, if you didn’t know…that’s not how you make a friend.

I started wrong, I told myself.

Bet you didn’t know that you can’t make friends by hiding from them.

Personally, I thought that every one would love me!

I try to be nice, and I’m trying to speak their language.

Well, that’s not how you make friends either, expecting them to go gaga over you…I don’t think so.

 

 

How do you make a friend?

I barely speak the language.

I miss my roots, my family, my culture, my way of living.

I know I’m a missionary and I’m suppose to just Jell-O in, but I guess I’m not doing a good job at it.

I wish I had someone other than my family that could understand my funny jokes or culture or food.

 

 

before I knew I was going to be a missionary, I remember reading madeline’s club house magazine. I got the club house jr. ones but alwAys thought madeline’s were cooler.

I remember seeing the ”find a pen-pal” part on the back… and always thought it would be cool to have an actual pen-pal!

 

 

JUST TODY I WAS THINKING, MAYBE I COULD BE A PEN-PAL TO SOME KID BACK IN THE STATES…

MAYBE.

 

 

If you have any ideas, please contact me at [email protected]

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Blessings,

Abigail

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