They have told me that should I ever feel sad, I should write here. I must preface by saying that instead of being forced to come by plane, I came voluntarily. I knew that none of the modern comforts of cellphones and computers are permitted here except the comforts of electric machines that eased our daily life for more meaningful pursuits, such as letter-writing. I am not seeking a pen pal, but just the solution to my problems. I understand that “psychiatry” and “therapist” should be nonexistent concepts here, so I just want to ask you for a simple - a simple way to solve it all, without changing who I am.
I took my daughter here with me. I wanted to say that I have edges. I was born as a triangle but before that, I was just a dot lying on the one-dimensional plane. Me and my husband, we taught at universities around the world as adjuncts, never good enough for anything permanent, never settling either. Then I left him for a career in floristry and I took my daughter because she likes flowers. He killed himself.
I took my daughter here because I don’t want her to addicted to a cellphone. Now she is nineteen and begging to be let out of the house and she calls herself a lesbian. I want a way that makes both of us happy. If there is any other young person here, I beg you to connect them two and make it so that my daughter Engg can be friend with them. Right now all she has is me and the cows and ducks.
Please write back.
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