Dearest Little Biscuit,
Remember when you were six and you told Mommy and Daddy that you wanted to be a ballerina when you grew up? What about the time when you were eleven and you were certain you wanted to be a pilot? And when you were fourteen, didn’t you want to be a paediatrician? Well, you made the right choice when you were seventeen saying that you wanted to study Journalism, and again when you were eighteen and decided that Rhodes was the place to do it.
What you failed to decide on once you’d packed your trunk was whether or not you were going to survive. Sure, you knew you were going to be a part of every society possible and go to every single party that took place while still maintaining your “smart girl” marks but you didn’t bet on the fact that your relationship with Mommy and Daddy (who are now collectively known as “the ballies”) would hide in the background only to re-emerge when you needed cash or a place to stay in the vacation. Your relationship with big brother will turn to a strained SMS once a week to find out how his weekend without you was or to try and explain that you’re still here for him now that his angel is gone – he actually just crashes his BMW into a pole. Your puppy, Levi, won’t be there anymore when you go home in March 2008 and when you arrive back in June the new puppy, Khola, will be able to jump right onto the kitchen counter already (she’s a Great Dane by the way).
All you need to remember is that even though times may get tough and lonely, your family is always there for you. Your parents will still love you even though you fail your first French test. Your brother will still love you even though you drank so much cane and cream soda that you threw up all over your boyfriend. Candice will still be there to shop with you for clothes once you’ve gained a few kilos – just blame it on res food. While life goes on at varsity as well as at home, you’re still a part of it and missed dearly.
With love, Little Biscuit,
Big Biscuit
Remember when you were six and you told Mommy and Daddy that you wanted to be a ballerina when you grew up? What about the time when you were eleven and you were certain you wanted to be a pilot? And when you were fourteen, didn’t you want to be a paediatrician? Well, you made the right choice when you were seventeen saying that you wanted to study Journalism, and again when you were eighteen and decided that Rhodes was the place to do it.
What you failed to decide on once you’d packed your trunk was whether or not you were going to survive. Sure, you knew you were going to be a part of every society possible and go to every single party that took place while still maintaining your “smart girl” marks but you didn’t bet on the fact that your relationship with Mommy and Daddy (who are now collectively known as “the ballies”) would hide in the background only to re-emerge when you needed cash or a place to stay in the vacation. Your relationship with big brother will turn to a strained SMS once a week to find out how his weekend without you was or to try and explain that you’re still here for him now that his angel is gone – he actually just crashes his BMW into a pole. Your puppy, Levi, won’t be there anymore when you go home in March 2008 and when you arrive back in June the new puppy, Khola, will be able to jump right onto the kitchen counter already (she’s a Great Dane by the way).
All you need to remember is that even though times may get tough and lonely, your family is always there for you. Your parents will still love you even though you fail your first French test. Your brother will still love you even though you drank so much cane and cream soda that you threw up all over your boyfriend. Candice will still be there to shop with you for clothes once you’ve gained a few kilos – just blame it on res food. While life goes on at varsity as well as at home, you’re still a part of it and missed dearly.
With love, Little Biscuit,
Big Biscuit
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