Topic: Imagine you are a student living in a different country far away from home. Choose the country and write a letter to your family back home to tell them about how life there is different or similar to life in your home country.
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To my dear beloved mother:
It has been a long time since the last time I received a letter from you, I hope that you are doing well and taking care of yourself. You should know that I really miss and life here in The United states is really hard and challenging without you.
I really feel like a stranger amid all these people, everyone here speaks English and seldom you find someone who knows Arabic, by the bye, a fortnight ago, I heard a guy talking in our Moroccan language on phone while I was walking down-town, I couldn't hesitate to ask him whether he was a Moroccan or not. I was filled in with an abrupt felicity when he said to me that he is Moroccan. Afterwards, he invited me to his home, once I stepped into the latter, I recollected all my memories in Morocco, everything inside his house was making feel like I am not in the United States, from the small utensils that we use as an ornament to the living-room that had a Moroccan style.
My dear mother, I really miss your delicious dishes: The Couscous that we were having every Friday and The Tangia that you were insisting on us to make it with you while telling some silly stories. Oh my sweet mother, I hope you were here with me.
Concerning my studies, I am doing well and aced my last tests, the finals are coming and once I am done with them I will come back to Morocco.
Your son Amin.
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living abroad experience
To my dear beloved mother:
It has been a long time since the last time I received a letter from you, I hope that you are doing well and taking care of yourself. You should know that I really miss and life here in The United states is really hard and challenging without you.
I really feel like a stranger amid all these people, everyone here speaks English and seldom you find someone who knows Arabic, by the bye, a fortnight ago, I heard a guy talking in our Moroccan language on phone while I was walking down-town, I couldn't hesitate to ask him whether he was a Moroccan or not. I was filled in with an abrupt felicity when he said to me that he is Moroccan. Afterwards, he invited me to his home, once I stepped into the latter, I recollected all my memories in Morocco, everything inside his house was making feel like I am not in the United States, from the small utensils that we use as an ornament to the living-room that had a Moroccan style.
My dear mother, I really miss your delicious dishes: The Couscous that we were having every Friday and The Tangia that you were insisting on us to make it with you while telling some silly stories. Oh my sweet mother, I hope you were here with me.
Concerning my studies, I am doing well and aced my last tests, the finals are coming and once I am done with them I will come back to Morocco.
Your son Amin.