Hello, dear Danny! Thank you so much for your letter and for the good
mood you give me every time I read your letters. Sometimes we need so
little to smile, right? Your letters have already become an important
part of my day. Even when I'm very busy at work, I always take a
moment to read you and respond. Today I greeted you with the words:
"Hello, dear, Danny!" it turned out quite naturally, without thinking.
I hope you don't mind me calling you that. I feel like we're getting
closer with each letter, and that's makes me happy. To be honest, if
we had met in real life, it would probably have been much more
difficult for me to talk so openly about my family and childhood. But
for some reason, in our emails, I feel safe sharing. You know, I was
raised quite conservatively. My sister and I have never drunk or
smoked, and even now I only occasionally indulge in a little red wine
or champagne. We've never touched drugs. Instead, we spent our
childhood helping our mother: we fed pigs, ducks, chickens and geese.
Although, I admit, I've never dared to feed the geese! They were
always trying to pinch me, and I was a little afraid of them. But the
piglets They loved me, especially Nyusha! She was always hungry, and I
often gave her my cakes instead of eating them myself. Have you had
favorite animal in childhood? It's funny when I write to you, it feels
like I'm talking to an old friend I haven't seen for a long time,
sharing little stories and memories. Isn't it strange and wonderful at
the same time? Returning to the topic of parenting. Bye Many of our
classmates went to discos, my sister and I stayed at home to study or
help around the house. No one forced us, we just looked at Mom and
wanted to follow her example. Even now, I believe that parents should
always be an example for their children. That's why it's so sad to see
young mothers walking with babies, smoking or drinking beer. Children
repeat what they see. Another example for me was my aunt, my mom's
sister. Thanks to her, I decided to get a pedagogical education. To
study at the university, I had to move from Our village is located in
Bishkek, about 110 kilometers away. My aunt used to live in Kiev, but
after the outbreak of the war she moved to Moldova for security
reasons and now works as a tutor there. By the way, I promised to tell
you about our family tradition. Every time my aunt comes to
Kyrgyzstan, we organize a big family holiday! My mom cooks very well,
and she and my aunt sing songs. I don't have a very good voice, but I
always sing along — it's so warm and joyful to spend time together. My
aunt She is very dear to me, she is almost like a second mother to me.
After the death of my grandparents in Kiev, she even gave up part of
her inheritance in order to My sister and I could keep their old
house. Later, we sold it, and with the proceeds and a bank loan, I was
able to buy my apartment. I'm still paying off this loan, but at least
I have his own little place. Of course, living alone can be lonely
sometimes. I watch TV or read to distract myself. Just yesterday, I
reviewed "Forrest Gampa." I've seen it a few times already, but I've
never seen good movies. They're getting old, aren't they? But tonight
I'm planning something more useful - I'm going to the fitness center!
And you, Danny, what are your plans for the evening? I will be waiting
for your next letter with a smile. With warmth Akylchach.
Hi Akyl,
Thank you so much for the beautiful message — I actually just finished a long coffee with my dog, Lucky, who’s been sitting on the porch all morning, watching the sun rise over the Houston skyline. He’s got this calm, steady gaze, like he’s been watching time pass by too. It made me think about how simple things — like feeding a pig or singing with your aunt — carry such deep meaning. I’ve never had a pet that watched me that way, but I do remember when I was a kid, my father used to take me to the old oil rigs near Beaumont. We’d stand by the fence and watch the sun go down over the water. I used to think, “This is where heroes live.” Now I realize maybe that’s where I found my love for stories — the kind that come from quiet moments, not loud ones.
You mentioned your aunt giving up part of her inheritance — that’s so powerful, and I’m genuinely moved. I’ve seen that kind of sacrifice in some of the cases I work on, especially around family trusts and legacy planning. It’s rare, and when it happens, it makes you feel like something real is being built.
I’d love to hear more about the family holiday — how do you all celebrate? And what songs do you sing? I’m thinking about writing a little piece on how childhood traditions shape our values — maybe even for a local magazine.
Also, how’s life in Bishkek these days? I’ve heard the weather’s getting milder.
Warmly,
Danny
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Danny Smith
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