Letter from T

I recognise the handwriting as if it was my own. A long, lovely letter from my dearest English friend arrived in the mail today. A special moment in the favourite armchair, a cup of tea and reading the letter is almost as if I was sitting in her lounge chatting. We have known each other for more than twenty years. Who would have thought that our first uncomfortable meeting, when I dreaded speaking English, would grow into a lifelong friendship? And her daughter is my lovely god daughter who is now a teenager. I miss my English family.