My brother and I live in two different countries, and both away from our home country.
I don’t like being called “Ari” but he has the right to call me so and has never called me with my full name.
He loves me and writes often, sending this love messages in the outer space.
I’m not good at answering.
I remember my mother, who was a teacher, always warning me about the amount of suspension points in an essay. I guess she would have forgiven these, if she ever had known emails.
