A letter from mother

Every time when I go on trip, I send a card to my mother from there. It’s kind of my record. I’d forget anything, so I just write what I feel and send it to mother, when I visit her I can remember where I’ve been. It’s like making backup on a server, not only local HDD.

On Monday I posted a card from Phnom Penh, she must receive it by today.

Sometimes she sends me letters, the contents is always same. But it still cheer me up, differences make things exciting, consecutive things make me feel relieved.

My mother is a un-connected person. No internet, no mobile, even she is living in one of the most highend technological country, because she doesn’t need it.

It force me to write letters in hands and I do enjoy it. I haven’t seen her for long time, hope she’s fine.