A letter to my mother

A lttr to my mothr

Dc. 7th

Dar mothr,

I hav bn good at school. I oftn think of you whn I go to bd bcaus w always go for a walk bfor go to bd at hom. So I miss you vryday. Do you miss m? Why don’t you call m? I’v got a lot of things to tll you. On of th things is about forign tachr’s daughtr. Hr nam’s Skylr. Sh livs in Canada. Sh coms to our class to larn Chins and nglish with m in my class. This aftrnoon, whn it was art and craft class, our class wr claning th gymnasium. And sh did it with us too. So I usually talk to hr whn sh dosn’t know what to do? But whn th class is ovr, I always havn’t got nough tim to talk to hr. And I usually can’t find hr. So w don’t hav tim to introduc to ach othr. But it is th first tim that I hav a forign studnt. So I’m vry happy! Mum, you oftn tll m, “If you ar happy, I’ll b happy, too.” So you hav to b happy, bcaus I’m happy! I lik you whn you ar happy!

In th nd I wish you vrything is just fin!

Yours,

Sophia.