Writing again

Beloved Oksana. I wanted to write sooner, but mum would not let me use the computer...she says it's bad for my eyes. I do get a little squinty and mum puts hot drops in my eye that keeps them wide open for hours. Your mummy sounds like fun and i can't wait to one day meet with her. I went to the library today and photocopied your pictures about a hundred times. Then I came home and put your pictures all over the door of my closet. That way i'll be able to look at you when mum locks me in there. What tasty food will you cook today? I can taste it from here...so hot and creamy i'm sure unless it's something like a salad or something. Did you ever go roller skating. I did with my only two outside friends, Walter and Abraham, yesterday. Mum and Dr. Norman say my wrist should heal in a couple of weeks. It will take a bit longer to write to you now with only one hand but i promise i will not stop loving you on the computer. I have to go pick up dog poo with an old spatula now so I will leave you here and miss you very, very, very, very much until i get back.