My dear dad...

When my father received my letter, he just called me two days latter and say "what's this? Are you unhappy in America? or you just bored?". Then I explain why I wrote this letter and sand cross ocean to him. He just say "Oh, your teather is really good. But you are not good. Because I can not understand what you wrote". I think he was angry about my "unfinished" letter. @@