She instantly felt bad for bringing up the postal subject. She didn't know how Christian and his parent's were like. She gulped down the orange juice and put her hands around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know,"she really hoped his parents would write to him once in awhile like hers do. No parent could be ever so cruel, she believed. She was thinking of something that would cheer him up. Eating?Perhaps not.Writing another letter to his parents?But I'll add my own version as well?Perhaps they would see that he is good and pay him more attention. She had almost never ending thoughts, it was exhausting.