Dear Pocho:

I stay writing this letter slow because I know you no can read fast. We no stay living where we did wen you wen lef' home. Your faddah wen read in da newspaper that choke accidents happen within 20 miles from home, so wen move. I no can send you the address because the last portagee family that lived here took the house numbers wen they wen move so they no need change their da kine. This place stay nice. It even get one washing machine. No work, but. Last week I wen put in one load and pulled da chain and I nevah seen em since. The weather not bad. It wen rain only twice last week; da first time for tree days and the second time for four days.

You know dat coat you wen ask me for send you, Pocho-Pocho (your uncle, Lolo!) said going be too heavy for send in the mail with da buttons on, so we wen cut them off and put them in the pockets. Smaht, yeah Pocho? Kenneth, dat lolo, wen lock his keys in da car yesterday. We worried cuz it took him two hours for get me and your faddah out.

Your sister wen have one baby this morning; but I dunno what it is yet so I dunno if you stay one aunt or one uncle. How'z dis? The baby look just like yo bruddah....

Uncle Pocho-Pocho wen fall in one Beer vat last week. Some men wen try pull him out, but he wen fight them off and drowned. We wen cremate him and he burned for tree days. Tree of your friends went off one bridge in one pick-up truck. Kalei (your friend, Lolo!) stay driving. He wen roll down the window and wen swim away. Your other two friends were in back. They drowned because they no can get the tailgate down. I get no more news at this time. Not much wen happen.

Aloha, Pocholinga (your momma, lolo!)

P.S. I was going send you some money but the envelope already stay sealed.

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