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Dear Aunt Alice,

I woke up in my old bedroom this morning and almost couldn't help but wonder if Zambia was all just a dream. It seems so surreal to be home, so natural and yet so foreign all at the same time. Roads are smooth and crowded, cars are on the opposite side of the road, there are SO many people with a lack of melanin, women don't care if the world sees their knees and it's HOT out. But, for all the things that seem almost surprising, seeing my parents was just about the best thing a girl could ask for...I'm SO very blessed to be their daughter. =)