My name is Annemarie. We have been traveling in Himachal-Pradesh for over two years. The reason being a man. I am mad as hell. But we, she and I, are still together.
We have given so much money. Mom was very upset today. Some Indians do not give good customer service. But today is a good day. We have given some money and returned some things. But today we have been given something back for it.
Simla is full of tourism and some shop keepers don't care. Mom is white and everyone thinks she's leaving tomorrow. But she comes back every day. What a problem.
I am mom and dad's son. Right now we're in Simla. The sun is shining but it's getting cold. My brother Hanisan and I are earning income by helping mom with her school children. I have my own phone now. I can listen on my own in the classroom, and when mom's phone breaks, she can help herself with mine.
Because last time her phone broke and the monastery was in lockdown and the man who was her friend became her enemy. They were thinking every day of removing her right hand and even stealing her left.
She is whole now. But I cannot bear the thought of mom thinking of killing herself because they don't give her fresh milk to drink and hurt her emotionally everyday.
We have learned so much Tibetan. But the dog still doesn't understand us. We must use mind to mind communication with mom's beloved teacher's sweet animal. Even the dog worries about her. She moved to Simla which everyone knows. I know of course because I am with her. In fact, she left her monastery because of me. Dad told her he will leave her without me at the monastery. Then despite lockdown she took her heart and her pocket book and chose to pay His Holiness back for his caring for her and move her sorry white ass (I really want to say "Non-Tibetan behind" but dad tells me to be straight.) to Simla, for which everyone had been waiting for. I could not believe how hurt she was.