Mama

I miss my Mama.  She is overseas, in Israel, to be exact.  She has been there for over a year now. We do not get to talk to her as often as we like, because often she is either busy at work or we here have homework to do.

It is cold there, overseas, especially during the winter.  I tell her to wear a lot of clothes when she steps out.

It is cold here, also, Mama.  In my heart.  I wait for the day when you come back to us and make and keep us warm.