This story is for my Mom.
This story is for my Mom. She has been the very patient pupil in a crash course on how to get onto the Internet to read these fancy fangled Journeyfile entries of mine. We don't have a computer at home so we have been to the Library twice now in the past week to use the computers there. We are allowed a whopping half hour each time we go (so you can imagine how much info. she has had thrown at her in our two little sessions). She's pretty well got it down pat now, but I feel really bad everytime I make her log in, select my section of the Journeyfile entries and log out again to practise. The reason I feel guilty is that there is only one lousy story there for her to read each and every time she logs in (have I mentioned how patient she has been)? I know how bored I am everytime I see the same story, I can't even begin to imagine how boring it is for her! Tonight is session number 3, our last session before I leave tomorrow, and I wanted there to be something new for her to read when she logs in. So Mom, this story is just for you. I LOVE YOU. Thanks for giving this whole Internet thing a shot. Hopefully there will be lots more stories here for you to read very soon, and it will no longer be so boring when you do log in. 1000 Bussin, deine Ulrica
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