Letter to Julia 20140816

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hello there, my darlings Julia and Erin.  How are you feeling today?  How are those precious emotions?  How does it feel to be the most beautiful girls in the world.  You are, because I think you are.  Because you are MY girls.  MINE, MINE.  MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE.  Don't you just love cut and paste?  I love you, I love you.  And I need you, I need you.

For dinner tonight, I'm having sliced chicken breast, avocado, tomato, cheese, mayo and black pepper sandwiches.  My Dad got me some avocados when he went to the mall in Alor Setar last week.  They were rock hard, and they took over a week to ripen.  But they tasted good when they did.  I love avocados.  I wonder if they'll grow.  I pray that they do.