God knows how much longer we have to stay here in Chittagong. Mom says another week. This is one of the many downsides of coming to Bangladesh; I can never decide anything on my own or make any plans of my own. Everything depends on the convenience of the people I’m with.

This trip, to Bangladesh, didn’t turn out the way I thought it would at all… and I’m surprised over the fact that it surprises me. How can anyone ever expect anything over here?

I miss my nephews. I see new pictures of them every now and then and they seem to be growing up so fast! All I feel like doing now is go home and squeeze them to death.

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