First week of college and I have already received 16 letters from the Goob. All of them in response to my text messages. I am trying not to be a helicopter mom, but after six days I needed to know if he was still alive. So I just asked him. Which ellicited a three letter response.
After a full week, I made contact again. I used a minimum number of characters to share a little information to let him know we were carrying on life even in his absence, and I let him know we were still here to support him--in the form of a question, which garnered another 3 letter response.
Late Saturday night I sent him a message just to let him know I loved him (and to see if he was staying up late).
His 10 letter response? Love you too
Sixteen letters. That about says it all.
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