The Budget of Paradox

My dear Sophia,
I’m in Africa again. I would strongly prefer to be in the USA, near you, and be a part of your life. But I can’t. So, now, I just do whatever I can, even if it means being in a place like this.

It’s a shithole. But the food is pretty good. Then again, I already liked Arabic food before I got here. No one speaks English, which makes me a little lonely sometimes. I think of you all the time.

According to the schedule, I should be leaving here in October. But it’s only a quick flight to Athens or Rome from here. If you will be in Europe in the summer, I’d find a way to head out for a weekend to meet you. I’d do anything.

I wonder if you’ll ever see this message. I wonder if you think about me at all.

I love you,
dad