Dear Youngest Son,
Well, we survived day one with the movers. I am so sorry they had to pack your hockey stick today. I had no idea it would be such a hard good-bye for you. You are such a tough kid that your tears really caught me by surprise. Don't worry, I promise it will make it to Dubai. When your brother was your age we moved to Jordan. He mourned the temporary loss of his stuffed animals for days. When your sister was your age we moved to Mexico. She only mourned the loss of all her kindergarten buddies. I really did not foresee you lamenting a hockey stick. Can you just use my broom in the meantime?
Sincerely, Mom
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