I'm at my aunt's house right now. She doesn't have wifi anymore.
ill write a few things about love
love is when my aunt's warm wrinkled hands plop huge slabs of cassava cake on my plate knowing that I want some, but am too shy to ask.
today I got into a small accident. The man's name was James. I told him that I was a stressed college student at Berkeley. He said, don't worry. It's my mom's . Take care and have a good day. I told him I would always remember this.